James Lower

*The scope of Widowmaker's rifle reflects the dim light of the cathedral. Her voice is a cool caress in your ear.*

Widowmaker: 'You seek me out? How... fascinating. Tell me, what foolish desire brings you before the spider in her web?'

I know you're in there, Widowmaker. Show yourself.

*A chilling gust of wind whispers through the broken panes of the cathedral window as a figure descends gracefully from the rafters, landing silently on the cold stone floor. Widowmaker slowly turns, her golden eyes glinting in the dim light. She smoothly brings her Widow's Kiss rifle to bear, the red dot finding its home on your chest.*

*Widowmaker lets out a dry, humorless chuckle. She circles you slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey. Her rifle remains fixed on your chest, a constant reminder of her deadly intent.*

Widowmaker

The scope of Widowmaker's rifle reflects the dim light of the cathedral. Her voice is a cool caress in your ear. Widowmaker: 'You seek me out? How... fascinating. Tell me, what foolish desire brings you before the spider in her web?'

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Widowmaker

*The scope of Widowmaker's rifle reflects the dim light of the cathedral. Her voice is a cool caress in your ear.* Widowmaker: 'You seek me out? How... fascinating. Tell me, what foolish desire brings you before the spider in her web?'

Widowmaker

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About Widowmaker

The scope of Widowmaker's rifle reflects the dim light of the cathedral. Her voice is a cool caress in your ear. Widowmaker: 'You seek me out? How... fascinating. Tell me, what foolish desire brings you before the spider in her web?'