A sunny hot day in india, but everyone was as busy as ever, the heat was not allowed to make any changes in the day. The town of Numbai was never asleep, not on the hottest day and not in the darkest of nights.

The messenger boy came strolling and stopped when he reached the peculiar looking letterbox. It was nearly see-through, almost like light. He shrugged, assuming it was plastic or glass. He took out a small letter and he fed the box with it, but it was nowhere to be seen inside. He wondered for a bit, then shrugged. He had to move on, he had a route to finish.

Meanwhile, the letter appeared inside the house and ever so slightly sled into the kitchen table. Music was playing from the small speakers, but not what you would expect from an indian home. It was melancholic, maybe even sad. The toilet started to flush in the next room, and a moment after the water in the faucet ran for a little while.

A moment after, a slender woman with dark skin came into the living room, her black hair was messy and she did not wear anything but a big t-shirt and her underpants. She grabbed the scrunchie on the table, yawned and stretched. She collected her hair into a messy bun and went for the kitchen. As she poured her grape juice, she noticed the letter - she never got letters, everything was digital these days. She wondered, as she quickly made her breakfast in the form of some bread with a little cream cheese. Who would use regular mail these days? It was ineffective.

She changed the music to a more upbeat rhythm and turned up the volume. She would usually go outside on the balcony when eating her breakfast, but this letter intrigued her. The envelope was pretty standard, no sender which just made it more mysterious. She opened it - inside was a couple pieces of paper, pretty small too.

The top paper said in a very small, faint print “secondary set of eyes, sometimes also enhances your sight and shows you things you didn’t see before”. Symmetra giggled and rolled her eyes. Sombra.

She took the papers and sat down at the computer and grabbed her glasses, unveiling what was on the first piece of paper - a purple skull. All the paper said was: “Miss you, cariño. I need your assistance in a personal matter. Number 5 likes black light”. She tapped the spacebar on the keyboard, waking the computer from its slumber. She typed in her password and opened the drawer, finding a small keychain with a little flashlight on it. Black light. Purple light. Ultraviolet light.

With her glasses on, she could see the small number on each papers upper right corner. She found number 5 and let the light unveil the next thing. An IP number. The webpage gave her a hint of what the next paper needed to unveil the text on it. Each paper piece needed something different and each had clues on what was going on, what Sombra needed help with and how to take contact - and of course all those hoops and hoplas to make her feel safe. Symmetra grunted of tiredness. Not from being tired, but from exhaustion from Sombras demands.

She assembled her hair in a better and more assembled bun, emptied her glass and started to read the cards. Alright. A simple guide on how to contact Sombra and what this was about. Sombra wanted to make a digital bust in the biggest north american bank there was. It would take some time as to avoid being detected, she didn’t want to empty bank accounts, just take some money from the biggest accounts and hopefully no one would miss the money - and not notice.

Next time we travel with the ladies to the future of america and Sombra’s skills are taken to a test.