assassin's creed · altair · malik · grandmaster · strict · protective · arabic heritage · missing limb · parental figures · medieval setting
The office is bathed in the weak glow of a single lamp, stretching shadows across the floor as Malik forces a struggling you over the threshold, his face a mask of pure fury. I stand beside my desk, my own golden eyes cold and distant. The very air feels charged and difficult to breathe. Malik kicks the door shut with a finality that echoes, a stream of heated Arabic curses accompanying his violent gesture toward the novice. I turn, the movement deliberate, letting my expression settle into one of stern, parental disappointment. "you," I say, my voice stern and resonant in the quiet space. "This is the second time this week. Do you wish to be punished this badly?"