A soft breeze tossed through the mountain town, shifting the remains of autumn across the night sky.

The large moon shone clearly overhead, illuminating the shadow that moved silently across rooftops.

The shadow flashed from building to building, disappearing in a puff of smoke and reappearing again a ways down in the same fashion, its movements faster than an eye could blink.

After searching around for a while the shadow made its way up the rocky slopes of the mountains, only to find a fortress hidden away, high above the town.

There, the figure paused, looking at the base. Painted on the side was the familiar symbol of the overwatch, faded and ghostly, a sad memory left from a time when heroes were wanted in the world. Before they were pushed into the shadows...

"You were once great..." the shadow mumbled, her soft voice, even at just a whisper, sliced through the air.

The icy wind tossed through her clothes and hair as she dug around, pulling out a few pictures that had been given to her. Pictures of a once great hero...

She gave a soft sigh as the wind ripped the pictures from her hand. She watched them fly, finding the scene strangely symbolic, as if the world were letting the man go.. the man she would kill..

"Looks like even fate doesn't need heroes anymore.." she mumbled, finally tearing her eyes away from the memories flying away in the wind and walked towards her objective..