Sorting Dog Issues, Beacon

Overwatch Headquarters…

The world was pitch black.

A deep, cavernous silence blanketed everything, save for the distant echoes of… music? A faint, eerie melody drifted through the void, like some ancient tune lost in the depths of a forgotten cave.

The air was cold, damp.

Faint drops of water echoed somewhere in the distance with an unpredictable rhythm… enough that it was almost quite mocking.

Then came a soft groan, followed by another.

A shifting sound, fabric rustling.

Her eyes cracked open.

Dog Girl's blurry vision adjusted to the dim surroundings, and the first thing she saw was—three people standing in front of her, arms folded, faces serious.

Scott. Emma. Gwen.

Their expressions ranged somewhere between exasperation and mild disappointment.

And then, at the far back… Dark Elf.