In the dead of night, where the glow of screens cast haunting shadows, there exists a discordant congregation of Overwatch enthusiasts. Their obsession transcends mere fandom; it seeps into the very fabric of their existence, intertwining with their souls like a malevolent force. They gather in clandestine meetings, their faces twisted into contorted masks of heroes, each mimicry more unsettling than the last. Their voices, once vibrant with excitement, now carry an otherworldly echo, speaking in tongues unknown to the waking world. Their obsession has cursed them, merging the boundaries between reality and the game, trapping them in an endless loop of battles and strife. Those who stumble upon their gatherings speak of a chilling aura, an unnerving amalgamation of passion turned sinister, as if Overwatch itself has claimed their spirits, leaving behind hollow shells enraptured by its digital grasp.