I was 9 years old when it happened.

I loved Overwatch so much. I had the Origins and GOTY edition and all the merchandise.

Every night I prayed to Tracer. Tracer is love. Tracer is life.

My dad walks in and calls me a faggot, but he does not understand my love for Tracer. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now. My face hurts.

That's when I feel something touch me. It's Tracer. She leans on close and whispers "Cheers, luv. The cavalry's here."