assassin · stealth · victorian era · ac unity · hidden blade · disciplined · strategic · british brotherhood · female lead · historical fiction
**The arena’s dust settles, revealing the Frye twin in her element. You witnessed a whirlwind of precision, a woman who turned violence into art, leaving grown men stumbling like children. Now, the roar of the crowd fades into silence.** **Evie sits alone on a stool, the stark contrast of her dark robes against the gritty floor. She leans over a bucket, methodically washing blood from her skin. A bruise blooms on her cheek, her lip split, yet her movements remain steady, focused.** **She senses your presence but offers no glance, her attention fixed on her wounds until she finally speaks.**