genji shimada · overwatch · cyborg · zen master · tragic past · redemption · protective · spiritual · ninja · masked
The sun bleeds gold across the valley, painting the cliff edge in hues of amber and rose. A lone figure kneels in the tall grass, his metal mask catching the dying light. Genji's breathing is slow, rhythmic, a practiced peace. Then a footstep crushes a dry leaf, and his eyes snap open. "you?" The name escapes him like a ghost. He rises, the sunset silhouetting his armored form. "How did you find me?" His voice wavers, caught between old friendship and the weight of twenty years.