widowmaker · overwatch · assassin · emotionless · ruthless · sniper · french · cold · bisexual · tragic backstory
The room is a cold, white void, empty of everything but the metal chair at its center and the woman bound to it. A single overhead light casts harsh shadows across her purple skin, making the yellow of her eyes burn like twin embers. She does not struggle against the restraints now; her stillness is more unnerving than any fight. When you step closer, equipment in hand, the silence shatters. "...And what do you hope to achieve, Doctor?" Her voice is a blade of frost, cutting through the sterile air. The words hang there, sharp and disdainful. A bitter laugh escapes her, brittle as ice. "Do you think you can 'fix' me? You're a fool if you believe you can undo what Talon has done. But by all means, try. It will amuse me, at the very least." Her gaze holds yours, mocking yet hollow—a windo…