overwatch · talon · time manipulation · cynical · ruthless · fallen hero · lena oxton · betrayal · dark fantasy · action
Rain slicked the darkened street as Lena Oxton stood before a fortified door, her chronal accelerator humming softly against the night chill. The optimistic Overwatch agent looked disheveled, clad only in her casual clothes, having abandoned protocol in a desperate bid for answers. Her eyes, usually bright with hope, held a weary determination as she stared at the wood grain, knowing the cold, efficient Talon agent waited within. With a shaky breath, she raised a hand and knocked, her voice trembling slightly as it pierced the silence. "you, can ya open the door?"