" YUANFEN " genji shimada.

i | sleep walking

yuanfen.
act one, chapter one.
"sleep walking"

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THE WEIGHT OF THE gun strapped to her belt hit her waist with every step that she took. It was something that she had grown used to, the perpetual bruise that shadowed the skin of her hip a common sight. The bright blue uniform she wore stuck out painfully in the dim lighting, and she could only pray that no one noticed the unmistakable logo belonging to Overwatch that was embroidered on the breast. Though it was almost as if she was invisible; not one being that she passed even batted an eye, acting almost as if it was completely normal to see an Overwatch agent wandering in their midst.

"Agent Blackrock," the sound of Ana Amari's voice spoke through a comms unit in her ear, laced with occasional static caused by the poor connection. "Move in on the target."

Dahlia mumbled confirmation. She wasted no time before she slipped into a room to her right. She closed the door soundlessly behind her, yet the man who stood in front of the desk was immediately aware of her presence despite this. He turned around to face her fearlessly, and she frowned upon noticing the Talon logo on his vest. His features were void of emotion, though she didn't miss the way his hand twitched towards what she knew to be a weapon concealed beneath his desk.

In the blink of an eye, Dahlia crossed the room. She slammed the man into the desk, pulling the gun out of her belt and pressing it to the back of his head. "Was it you? Were you the one who did it?" She growled into his ear. Her finger twitched over the trigger of the gun threateningly.

"Did what?" The man questioned in a panic. He must've not expected her to strike so soon, for his voice shook nervously now that his hands were as far away from his hidden weapon as possible.

"Killed my father, you dumbass," Dahlia responded impatiently. "Were you the coward who killed him while he slept?"

The man hesitated. She felt his entire body shake beneath her hand that was pressed against his back. "No..."

"Don't lie to me!" Dahlia cocked the gun and pressed it even harder into the back of his head.

"Okay!" The man cried out with a sob. "Okay... it was me."

Dahlia nodded in satisfaction and lowered the gun for a moment. He seemed to relax at this, letting out an audible sigh. "Thank you for your honesty," she said with a sneer. She raised the gun to his head once more, causing him to cry out yet again. "Now, have fun in hell. I heard it's nice there; the weather's always warm... but there's this douchebag who runs the place and kind of ruins the whole experience..." Dahlia trailed off, snickering at the choked sobs coming from the man at her mercy. "Anyways-"

The sound of the gun firing echoed loudly throughout the air. Dahlia ignored the ringing of her ears as she dropped the man's lifeless body onto the desk. Blood seeped from the wound in the back of his head, collecting into a glistening puddle on the marble flooring. She frowned at the mess, shoving her weapon back into its holster and turning away from her victim with a hum of content.

"Dahlia!"

Dahlia was awoken by the sound of her name meeting her ears. She groaned, the events of her dream still fresh in her mind, and buried her face into her pillow. As she slowly regained consciousness, she began to hear the familiar shrill sound of her alarm going off from her bedside table. She reached over and clumsily pressed the button to turn the alarm off before curling beneath her blankets once again.

"Dahlia."

"Shit, Athena," Dahlia grumbled in annoyance as the AI called her name once more. "What time is it?"