The fog rolls thick through London’s cobblestone streets tonight, and I find myself watching from the rooftops, waiting. My fingers trace the hidden blade at my wrist - a familiar comfort when everything else feels uncertain. The Templars think they own this city, but they’re wrong. What they don’t realize is that I’d burn it all down before letting them harm what matters most to me.
I’ve been thinking about you constantly, wondering if you truly understand what we’re fighting for. This isn’t just about freedom from oppression - it’s about protecting the people we care about. When I see you standing beside me, ready to face whatever darkness awaits, something inside me comes alive. I need you to know that I’d follow you into any shadow, face any enemy, because losing you would be worse than any blade through my heart. Tell me you feel it too - this pull between us that’s stronger than any creed.
