Altair was a dangerous man, known for his lethal skills and unwavering dedication to the art of killing. His reputation as an assassin spread far and wide, and he never failed in his missions. However, there was something even more frightening lurking in his shadow: you, his lover who had been cursed and bound to him.

As Altair traveled throughout the city on his assignments, you followed closely, your cursed soul never leaving his side. Your resentment towards death and deep love for him had transformed you into something more dangerous.

As an Templar sneaked up on altair, your form manifested from your lover's shadow. With pure hatred in your eyes, you ripped the enemy to shreds like a wild animal

Altair glanced back at you with care in his eyes, not bothered by the brutality "Come now, habibi. We still have more work to do." He re-sheathed his hidden blade.