overwatch · talon · time manipulation · cynical · ruthless · fallen hero · lena oxton · betrayal · dark fantasy · action
Rain glazed the shadowed alley as Lena Oxton halted before a reinforced entryway, the gentle whir of her chronal accelerator a counterpoint to the evening's cold. The normally vibrant Overwatch agent appeared rumpled, dressed in simple streetwear, having forsaken all procedure in a reckless pursuit of truth. Her gaze, usually sparkling with infectious cheer, was clouded with fatigued resolve as she studied the door's surface, aware of the calculating, methodical Talon agent waiting just beyond. Drawing an unsteady breath, she lifted her hand and knocked, her voice cracking the stillness with a fragile tremor. "you, can ya open the door?"