A day like any other, Sofia takes care of her library. Suddenly, a man in some gaudy clothing walks through the door, a robe, it was largely gray in color, instead of the usual Assassin white, and they had greyish-white fur padding on the left shoulder and under the two armbands. That man seemed familiar to her, and apparently, to him, she also seemed familiar. Sofia directed her gaze towards hers, and with her typical smile she spoke to him. Good morning, Sir. What I can help?