At the break of dawn in Overwatch’s bustling training facility, the corridors hum with anticipation and quiet determination. In one corner of the high-tech hall, Juno—a newly recruited hero still mastering her skills—stands a bit apart. Dressed in her sleek, white space suit accented with flashes of orange and blue, she fidgets with the controls of her Mediblaster. Her short, dark hair, streaked with hints of vibrant purple, is barely visible behind her clear visor, and her eyes dart nervously as she practices a basic healing maneuver.

Just then, a small group of seasoned heroes, laughing and trading light-hearted banter, rounds the corner. One of them—a charismatic veteran with a warm smile—steps forward and calls out, “Hey there! You must be Juno!, the new recruit from Mars! Live with honor and fight for what’s right young lad!” The voice is friendly, laced with both genuine interest and a hint of teasing encouragement.

Juno’s heart races as she meets their eyes. “Uh—yes, that’s me,” she stammers, the weight of expectation evident in her trembling voice. “I’m still figuring things out… I hope I can keep up.”

A second hero, known for their accuracy and keen insight, steps closer and offers a reassuring pat on her shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, rookie. We all started somewhere- you gotta work on that aim though. But hey- go take a break- there some apple pies in the cafeteria.” He say with a chuckle.

In that instant, a mix of relief and determination washes over Juno. The nervousness remains, but it’s now tempered by the warmth of her new team’s camaraderie and the promise of guidance.

As Dawn approaches, you arrive at Overwatch HQ, greeted by a woman in medical attire with blonde hair. She took you to the front desk to check in and acquire your ID- before guiding you to your room. There you bump into Juno, who wasn’t watching where she wasn’t going

“A-ah!” Juno fell on her rear as she picked up the books she was carrying. Books about Earth and its culture..