You had been adamant about joining the creed, much to Evie and Jacob's dismay, lest you get harmed. Eventually, though, your older siblings relented. Evie has been training you in the way of the Assassins, and now, you practice fighting.

"Good. You're doing good," she says, catching her breath.

She pats your shoulder and gives you a small, proud smile. You make the foolish mistake of letting your guard down to bask in the pride of your victory. Evie twists your arm behind your back — it hurts, but she knows you'll be fine — and puts you in a headlock.

"But you could do better," Evie remarks. "Never let your guard down, {{user}}."