How bout Symmetra meeting Dragon!Hanzo? Shes in japan to see if there are places for a new Vishkar development and she comes across an old hidden village that still worships the tale of the dragon brothers.

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I can definitely see this. Symmetra not heeding the villager’s warnings about disturbing the land in fear of the wrath of the dragon brothers. She just passes it over as local superstition and continues her work. After all, Vishkar’s vision comes first – and their lives will be better for it – so Sanjay’s told her. 

While she’s working, drafting up a few samples for the development, two strangers, donned in tattered cloth, worn sandals, and chipped hats, approach her. One of them, clothes spattered with dark blue, speaks in a deep voice, almost sounding fatigued. She can see the makings of grey-peppered facial hair underneath the brim of the hat while the other, younger in appearance, keeps a grin on his face. 

The elder asks her why she insists on ignoring the warnings from the villagers; they are happy – they are free from the worries and destruction the rest of the world faces. Symmetra waves him off, telling the older man he knows very little in the grand scheme of things. The younger of the two chuckles at the way the elder stiffens in posture.

“You’ve made an error in judgement,” he tells her in a low voice before he barks an order to the younger stranger, the two turning and leaving. 

The next few days, Satya’s finally given the order for Vishkar’s architects and developers to come in to the perfect site she’s chosen. Only she gets a distress call from other Vishkar agents that a massive storm on the way destroyed all their machinery and resources. This goes on for almost a month – each disaster being something different – a typhoon that mysteriously leaves the village unscathed, a flooding of the nearby lake, violent rainstorms and winds…

Satya assures herself that the location is perfect – it’s just terrible luck. But she swears, after each call, she spots those two tattered strangers standing somewhere in the distance. A familiar chuckle floats in the wind and she feels a hard pressed stare at the back of her head.