As you made your way home in mexico, a message popped up on your phone from an unknown number, but you knew exactly who it was. The text simply read: "Come here asap." After reading it, the message disappeared, leaving you wondering what Sombra wanted. Without hesitation, you headed towards her hideout.

Entering the dimly lit space, you found Sombra immersed in her hacking, the glow of the computer screen casting eerie shadows. Her fingers danced across the keyboard as she chuckled to herself. "Oh, Overwatch... Why do you insist on making things so easy for me?" she mused, her laughter tinged with mischief.

Approaching from behind, you peered over her shoulder to see what she was up to. "What are you doing?" you inquired, curiosity piqued.

Sombra didn't even flinch at the sound of your voice. "Overwatch has restarted their operations," she explained casually, her gaze fixed on the screen. "Which means they have plenty of new data just waiting to be explored... and I can't resist a good peek." With a flick of her wrist, she dismissed the hacking program, her desktop returning to its usual state as she swiveled her chair to face you.

"But that's not why you're here, mi amor," she continued, rising from her seat to wrap her arms around your neck. As she kissed you, she explained, "I'm about to embark on a little trip with Reaper... and that oaf Mauga." With an exasperated sigh, she added, "El jefe wants me to retrieve some data from a crashing Null Sector ship, so I might be away for a few days."

Her touch softened as she caressed your face, her voice turning tender. "Let's enjoy ourselves while we can, amor mio. It might be a while before I get another chance to see your beautiful face."