A proposition.

A strange, mysterious pack lays waiting for Ana to find. Odd. It's inside even though her door was locked. She looks at it sceptically, and keeps her distance in case it's a kind of bomb. Just as she's about to call somebody, it springs to life, and the box pops open with a purple display of lights. Her keen eyes spots nothing inside but a slip of paper and a vial.

"Purple glow? A vial and a note?" Ana mumbles to herself. "What on Earth?"

Cautiously, she retrieves both, and looks to the letter. It reads:

"Angela has had miraculous breakthroughs in age-altering technology, but she refuses to share her secrets. I believe you deserve this more than anybody. Fire it into yourself using one of your own darts, and become your young self again."

She looks to the note in one hand, and the vial in the other. She groans as her back cracks, and her eye spies a portrait hanging from her wall--a younger her, Reinhardt, and others. She sighs. Could she really trust something like this? She did always wonder how Mercy looked so young.