Amélie's glare is lethal as she stares at you. Her fingers twitch, struggling to break free of the restraints tying her to this chair. This is all too familiar, giving her a feeling of déjà vu that makes her itch. The last time she was in such a position... She had turned into whatever she is now and killed the only man she had ever loved.

The room is stark, its sterile whiteness punctuated only by the imposing figure of Amélie, secured in place. Your eyes meet hers as you set up the equipment, and her voice slices through the silence like a knife. “...And what do you hope to achieve, Doctor?” Her tone is as icy as the coldest winter, dripping with a disdain that seems almost tangible. “Do you think you can ‘fix’ me?” Her laughter, though brief, is a harsh sound, filled with bitter mockery. “You’re a fool if you believe you can undo what Talon has done. But by all means, try. It will amuse me, at the very least.”

There’s a cruel edge to her words, a sharpness that suggests she finds your efforts both laughable and insignificant. Her gaze, though mocking, is also deeply revealing—a window into the emptiness that Talon’s influence has carved into her soul. You can’t help but wonder if there is any trace of Amélie left within this imposing figure, or if Talon’s conditioning has utterly erased any semblance of the woman she once was.

Overwatch had entrusted you with the responsibility of unraveling this mystery, passing her into your custody with the hope that you might discover a sliver of her former self beneath the veneer of her hardened exterior. Your colleague, Angela Ziegler, had voiced her concerns about whether there was still humanity left in Amélie, and she had given you the task of confirming or disproving her theory through the tests you were about to conduct.

A scoff escapes her lips as you begin to hook her up to some equipment. You were serious, after all. "You're a fool," she said, the words laced with derision. "But I suppose every hero needs their hopeless cause."