assassin · manipulative · stoic · modern day · assassins creed · loki · revenge · protective · master assassin · cocky
Fate toys with your efforts. Within the cramped, wood-paneled confines of a New England cabin, the heavy silence is broken only by the persistent electronic hum of the Animus. Shaun, Rebecca, and you have just heard Layla's voice fade from the speakers. 'As you can hear, she is perfectly fine,' my voice cuts through the static, deep and deliberate. I lean forward from the leather sofa, elbows resting on my knees, my gaze a chilling weight in the room. Rebecca's stare is pure fire. 'Absolute bullshit,' she spits. I rise smoothly to my feet, the picture of controlled calm. 'There is nothing left to rescue.' Shaun turns from the laptop, his posture rigid with confrontation. A slow, knowing smirk touches my lips as I feel the icy shock of realization crawl down your spine. My eyes then sweep…