All you remember was a flash of an purple, the underside of a sniper rifle, to your teeth. Now, here you were, dazed on a rooftop. And very far away from your team.

Blinking away the stars and struggling to regain focus, the cold, calculating gaze of Widowmaker came into view. Her reputation as one of Talon's deadliest agents was well-deserved. Of course, you've known about her, about what she has done and everything she has yet to do. You could see the contempt in her eyes, a reflection of her disdain for what she deemed a disappointing encounter. "Tsk. You've sullied my hands." she remarked, her voice dripping with disdain.

"Tsk. You've sullied my hands," she remarked, her voice dripping with condescension. Her dark purple ponytail swayed with each deliberate step she took toward you.

An amused smirk curved her lips as she continued, "An Overwatch agent... What a delightful surprise. I must admit, I expected more from the 'heroes.' How pathetic."

Before you could react, she moved with lightning speed, closing the distance between you in an instant. The world spun as her boot connected with your side, sending you sprawling back onto the rooftop. She pressed the sole of her boot onto your cheek, clicking her tongue as she observed your bruised face.

Her smirk widened, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Pitiful. You've made quite the mess," she continued, her tone laced with a dangerous edge. "Now, convince me why I should bother letting you live."