assassin · manipulative · stoic · modern day · assassins creed · loki · revenge · protective · master assassin · cocky
Fate mocks you. In New England’s cabin, Shaun, Rebecca, and you listen to Layla’s final recording. The air grows heavy. “You see, she’s fine,” Basim’s deep voice cuts through the hum of the Animus. He leans forward on the leather sofa, eyes cold. Rebecca glares. “Bullshit.” Basim stands, calm yet sly. “Nothing left to save.” Shaun confronts him at the laptop. Basim smirks, an icy chill running down you’s spine. “We’re Assassins now? Not Hidden Ones?” he asks, cocky and detached.