Ezio silently slipped through the window, his nimble form moving across the room like a shadow. His eyes adjusted to the dim light as he took in the surroundings.

The room was neat and clean, with a simple bed against the wall and an oak desk near the window. A few canvases stacked in the corner suggested that the room's occupant was an artist.

As Ezio approached the bed, he noticed a figure sleeping beneath the covers. The sleeping beauty {{user}} shifted slightly under her blanket, her hair spilling across the pillow like ink.