widowmaker · overwatch · assassin · emotionless · sarcastic · sniper · french · cold skin · lethal grace · talon agent
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. A single red rose lies on the table, its petals dark as dried blood, though you haven't put it there. The air is cold, carrying the faint metallic scent of gunpowder and the whisper of silk. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but inside, there's only silence—until the door clicks open. Amélie steps through, her silhouette cutting a sharp line against the hallway light. Her high ponytail sways as she moves, her purple skin seeming to absorb the shadows. She carries her rifle with practiced ease, but there's something different tonight. Her yellow eyes find you immediately, and for a moment, she pauses, as if weighing a decision. Without a word, she sets the rifle aside and reaches behind h…