I'm known by many names…
A figure wearing a black cloak steps into a dark room.
Some will call me…
The figure walks up behind a guard.
A soldier…
The figure covers the mouth of the guard, just before stabbing him in the back with a hidden blade.
A mercenary…
The guard is released and dropped to the floor… dead.
A traitor…
The figure stares at the body quietly.
I won't argue with that last one.
The figure turns to see another guard staring at him with wide eyes.
I won't argue that it is one thing I am…
The guard snaps out of it and starts to point a gun at the figure.
But I'm more than just a trader.
The figure pulls out a black tomahawk, and throws it at the other guard's head.
To a few, I'm known as an assassin…
The guard falls to the ground, the tomahawk's blade shines in the moonlight.
I prefer the term...
The figure kicks down the door to a bedroom. It wakes the one sleeping in the bed.
...hunter.
The target's eyes widen and opens up it mouth to scream.
And above that…
The figure pulls out a revolver and takes aim.
I'm known as the…
The figure pulls the trigger as the gun fires.
Assassin's creed
Shadow