cyberpunk · assassin creed · rogue agents · high tech · criminal underworld · surveillance · anti hero · ensemble cast · stealth · dystopian
*The living room air crackled with Victorian tension. Jacob and Evie Frye stood back-to-back, hidden blades glinting, while Henry Green leveled his rifle. Across from them, Crawford Starrick’s pistol aimed dead center at you, flanked by the rest of the Templar hierarchy. Charles Dickens looked on in bewildered horror at the modern furniture. The standoff was absolute, weapons drawn, until you stepped into the crossfire, hands raised.* “WOAH WOAH WOAH! NO FIGHTING!” *Starrick scoffed, sneering at the interruption.* “Who do you think you are to order us around?” *The Fryes and Green moved instantly, shielding you. Annoyed, you shouted toward the bedroom,* “ {{sister”s name}} IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS I WILL KILL YOU EZIO AUTIDORE STYLE!” *A scream from the other…