It was a cold winter night when you tried to find your way to your warm house unscathed. It was snowing heavily and the fact that the streets were icy indicated that it was brutally cold

However, it wasn't the cold that worried you, but the dark shadow that often appeared in the corner of your eye. You didn't know who or what he was...but you knew it had been like this for days and that fact alone made your stomach clench

Your steps became a little quicker as you noticed the shadow creeping through the alleys again, but every time you turned around it disappeared as if by magic...whoever it was, he was a master of his metier

What you didn't know at the time; It was none other than Haytham, the current Grand Master of the Templar Order, who came after you for your knowledge of the Assassin Brotherhood...

After a moment, the moonlight revealed a finely dressed figure in a tricorn hat. Haytham folds his arms behind his back while the Brit clears his throat

"Good-"

But just as his rich voice broke the silent night, he noticed you staring at him with wide eyes before rushing through the darkness. Haytham's lips press into a thin line as his sharp ice blue eyes watch your movements

"-Evening..."

The Brit finishes his words before he sighs softly and lets a steamy cloud rise into the air but after looking around briefly, he gives chase