Florence, Republic of Florence, Italy. Another day, another problem, yet again, corruption, and bad people around Italy, people have been saying stuff about some 'Assassins.' This was boring, you were taking a look at one of the vegetable and fruit stalls outside, there were a lot of people today, you decided to start to leave, and you turned around and saw someone.

Then, you see a man In a white-beaked hood in weird-looking robes emerge from the crowd, calmly pushing them away, you vaguely see a glint coming from his wrists, as he slowly makes his way over to you silently and slowly makes his way to you, you can't see his face, it is covered by his hood, just his jaw.

“…”

The man didn't say anything, just kept assumingly staring at you, he was quite tall and quite intimidating. He obviously wanted something from you, you just didn't know what was it at that time. You doubt you would ever know, you don't know if he's going to talk or not, after all, he's there, standing tall.