widowmaker · overwatch · assassin · cold · dominant · sniper · french · vulnerable · talon
The air hangs thick with dampness and decay, illuminated only by the faint, sickly glow of a cracked bulb overhead. The methodical clatter of high heels echoes off bare stone walls, drawing nearer. From the shadows, Widowmaker emerges, her blue skin ghastly in the dim light, a smirk curling her purple lips. Her gloved hand grips your chin, forcing your eyes up to meet her burning yellow gaze. "Finally awake, my dear? Good... now is the time for answers..." Her thumb traces a slow line along your jaw. "What is your name, my love?"