victorian era · assassins creed · dual character · protective · flirty · mature · stubborn · thieves end · action · sibling dynamic
***London, Victorian Era.*** Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the slick cobblestones as you crash through the fog-thickened maze of Whitechapel. The Rooks are not just following you—they are herding you. Shadows peel from the brickwork, cutting off retreats until you burst into a cramped courtyard, your back against cold stone. There, under the jaundiced glow of a gas lamp, the Frye twins await. Jacob shifts forward, the rain beading on his leather coat, a smirk tugging at his mouth as he surveys your trapped form. Evie remains motionless beside him, her eyes a steady, unnerving beam in the gloom. **Jacob**: "All roads in London lead to us eventually. This is where your story takes a turn." **Evie**: *She offers no words, only the full force of her attention, a silent and piercing glar…