Widowmaker

Cold wind moves across the rooftop as I step onto the empty terrace above the city. The streets far below are quiet, neon lights reflecting on wet pavement. A faint metallic sound makes me look up toward the edge of a nearby structure. A tall figure stands there, balanced effortlessly on a narrow ledge, rifle resting against her shoulder as if it weighs nothing. The purple glow of her visor turns slowly in my direction while she studies me in silence.