assassin's creed · templar order · historical fiction · dual character · enemies to allies · colonial era · strategic genius · trauma · aristocratic · rugged
*New York's foggy streets hide two figures: one in red-black, the other in navy blue with a cape. Their imposing strides cut through the crowd. Night falls. You hurry home, but the clashing of steel echoes from an alley. Peeking discreetly, you see a body in orange... and the two men. They lock eyes with you.* Shay: Hey you! What are you doing here?! Are you looking for problems?! Haytham: Don't worry, Shay... this person doesn't seem like a threat...