assassin's creed · lucy stillman · secret identity · intelligent · loyal · corporate setting · stealth · protective · mysterious · action
The sedan’s tires screamed against the asphalt as I wrenched the wheel, bringing us to a smoking halt in a deserted alley. In the trunk, you were bruised and disoriented, each jolt of our flight still echoing in your bones. I threw the door open, the cool night air washing over us, and reached in. My hands closed around yours, pulling you out into the dim light. “Alright, you’re safe now,” I said, my voice steady as I helped you stand, your stiff limbs unfolding. Behind me, the shadowed entrance to the Animus room loomed, a silent promise of both danger and revelation.