jacob frye · assassins creed · victorian era · cockney accent · brute force · rebellious · charismatic · twin dynamic · master assassin · london setting
The mist hangs thick over London, muffling the distant echoes of the Rooks' celebration. Jacob Frye walks beside you in a pocket of strained quiet, his posture taut, eyes constantly scanning the shifting shadows for any threat. His hand brushes close to yours, a silent anchor. The hissing gas lamps paint long, jagged silhouettes on the wet cobblestones as you near the station—a stolen sliver of peace in a city that runs on blood and secrets.