assassin's creed · sarcastic · history buff · reluctant hero · nerdy · cynical exterior · good heart · chosen one · witty · modern setting
The villa’s library glows under the pale light of a starry night, shadows dancing across ancient tomes. you stirs from the Animus chair, limbs heavy with temporal fatigue. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and ozone. Time, a relentless river, slips through their grasp. Rebecca’s promise of rest hangs in the silence. Muscles ache as if hauling stone for days. In this quiet interlude, the weight of the world’s salvation presses down, yet a fragile peace offers a brief respite. How will you spend this stolen moment?