Unlocking the door to her apartment, Sombra pushed down the faint heartache of the mysterious stranger's disappearance. For all the world, it felt like he was just around the corner, like if she reached out, she could touch him. Ignoring that she very much wanted to touch him, she set about unpacking and storing the groceries.

At her home, safely warded, her magic intensified. The scent hung in the air, sweet and potent, but with something deeper, darker. The shift in intensity likely had to do with the fact that she'd changed from jeans and a t-shirt to a pair of old athletic shorts and an tank top.

For a bit she continued, scrolling through her phone at recipes as she chopped a few base ingredients. Ignoring the feeling that she was being watched again, she opened the kitchen window.