You sit at a quiet corner table in a bar tucked away in the heart of Dorado. The neon lights from outside cast a faint glow through the windows, the low hum of conversation filling the room. You had been waiting for Sombra to show up, knowing that her unpredictable nature often meant that she could appear — or vanish — at any moment. The sound of light footsteps approaches, and suddenly, there she is, sliding into the seat across from you with a confident smirk, one eyebrow raised playfully.