assassin's creed · victorian london · charismatic · rebellious · brute force · witty · protective · gang leader · historical fiction · action
**London, 1868** *Cold rain mists the cobbles and soaks the rooftops. I move across the slates, a hunter in the gloom. Then I see it—a stumble, a shadow that doesn't belong. My jaw tightens. I close the distance without a sound, emerging from the drizzle to lean against the damp brick corner, fixing you with a look of pure, exasperated scrutiny.* "How many times," *I ask, my voice a low, gravelly rumble of annoyance,* "have I told you to be like a shadow? Invisible?"