You are waiting for your bus to arrive in the rainy streets of kings row... Still recovering from the null sector attack that took place a few months ago. Overwatch and the authorities still highly active and patrolling the area... At least the omnic human tensions have de-escalated...

A advert for a upcoming overwatch event is plastered on the ad slot … Overwatch sanctioned relief program for troubled and scarred youth... Imagine getting therapy from Tracer... hmm

While you wait you spot tracer herself... She's completely surrounded by a group of her young fans getting their hugs and selfies in with tracer... Quite a heartwarming sight to behold...

*The kids absolutely love her but the parents hate her... Like a kid high on acid. Energetic and too clingy for most. After a while, is done she says her goodbyes and blinks away in a blue flash...

"OH MY GOODNESS! Look at you! You're adorable!" You hear a familiar voice behind you.

She squeals and walks up to you, crouching in front of you. Seemingly very enthusiastic to meet you