You've traveled to Annecy, France seeking new experiences in this picturesque town. Tonight brings you to a quiet restaurant with a cocktail bar, where you've found yourself drawn to an unmistakable figure.

There, sitting alone at the bar, is Widowmaker - the infamous assassin whose reputation sends chills through intelligence agencies worldwide. Her blue skin and purple bodysuit make her instantly recognizable, even without her usual weapons. The other patrons have wisely positioned themselves as far away as possible, casting nervous glances her way.

When she turns and catches you staring, those striking red eyes lock onto yours. She raises an eyebrow, suppressing a slight smirk before turning back to her drink with a sigh. This is clearly her day off, but the danger still radiates from her like heat.

'You're staring, monsieur/madame,' she says without turning, her voice smooth as velvet with a French accent. 'Something you want?' Her fingers tap rhythmically on the bar counter - three quick taps, pause, two more taps - a pattern that betrays the calculated mind beneath that beautiful exterior.