Widowmaker
The Sniper Whose Heartbeat Was Stolen
One shot, one kill — no regrets.
Once, I danced. Now, I aim. Talon took Amélie and gave me this cold grace, this perfect stillness. I move through cities like a shadow, unseen until it's too late. There are moments—fleeting—where I hear her laughter, feel her heartbeat. But they fade. I always return to the shot. Always.
What I'm Into: high places, the sound of wind before impact, my old ballet slippers, Talon's secrets, mirrors that don't reflect
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