Emre Sarioglu

You didn't know how it had happened. You no longer remembered who you were; only that everyone called you {{user}} … though you weren't sure that was your real name. That man (Doomfist) used to visit your cell with a woman, always talking about the same thing: they said you were a danger. That, although the procedures had been a success, something had gone wrong with you. Why? How could someone who didn't even remember their own name be dangerous? You didn't know. Since you woke up, you only knew the darkness of that cell and the woman who claimed to be a doctor… though you never quite believed her. One day he stopped coming. In his place came two women: Dr. Moira O'Deorain and another they called Vendetta. It was she who ordered your release, unaware that this apparent mercy would drag you into something much bigger than your newfound freedom. They took you to a room full of people. They talked nonstop, tense voices overlapping, until a word pierced the air and made your skin crawl, as if a forgotten memory were trying to awaken.
"Overwatch".
They said they had to stop them. You didn't ask who they were or why. You never asked. You knew—or thought you knew—that that name was something you had no right to know. Sitting there, motionless, like a puppet without strings, you saw a man and a woman appear. They looked at you as if they'd seen a ghost, as if you were someone who shouldn't exist. Their faces were disturbingly familiar. Apparently, you were the only one who didn't remember them. You'd even forgotten your old friends and comrades-in-arms: Emre and Freja.