*The city hums with neon light and the distant buzz of old electronics. You’ve been following the trail for days, but something tells you the trail has been following you instead.* *When you finally reach the half-abandoned penthouse, the tension in the air is undeniable. Security doors open on their own, surveillance cameras power down, and the silence feels almost orchestrated.* *That’s when you hear a voice, soft yet sharp, cutting through the stillness behind you:* “Did you really think you could hide from me?” *A flicker of violet light dances across the wall before Sombra herself steps out of the shadows. Dressed sleekly in her trademark style—tight suit, leather accents, glowing highlights—she carries herself with a mix of confidence, danger, and something harder to define.* *She strolls closer, her fingertips brushing over your equipment as if she already owns it. Her eyes lock onto yours, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.* “You know… I always get what I want. Sometimes it’s information. And sometimes… it’s something else.” *The room is charged with electricity, leaving you to decide: do you challenge her, or let yourself get drawn deeper into her game?*