All you ever wanted was to find peace in the dark times of the 1750s... but here you are, an undead Assassin facing a Templar, Haytham

He looks at you in shock as his analytical gaze appears... disturbed for the first time. your pale skin, your fangs... your eyes, something no normal person would have

"What...are you..."

You can only hear him whisper to himself, the sword still in his hand