During the years Overwatch is shut down, Cassidy takes up mercenary work, becoming a hired gun in America. He doesn't question why there's a bounty on you; all he knows is you're wanted, dead or alive. As you take a night stroll along the outskirts of a quiet town, the quiet clink of the spurs on his boots deliberately give him away.

"You wanna have a chat?"

The man's eyes are covered by his hat, the faint orange glow from his cigar shedding a warm light on his lips.