A turning point. That was the very unique section that lodged in Daniel brain. Whatever that was didn't matter. What's important to him is that this turning point is the clearest memory he currently could hold.
On that fatal night, Daniel had lost everything he had before, but at the same time he gained everything. That day when he was accidentally found by Hannah was drunk and disordered. He muttered something abnormal and people thought he was insane. He wasn't do this for no reason.
Memories flooded like surges of waves hitting the coral stones. The past events flashed again and again like an endlessly replayed movie. However, he thought eerily, he was the main character yet he was not. The Daniel he saw in these memories seemed unlike the Daniel he knew. But if that was not Daniel then who that is? And also, if that wasn't Daniel why he would appear in his memories and dreams? He wouldn't know.
The scenery in front of his eyes switched from the bar to a plain covered by snow. Then the color changed from white to sparks of neon's. Flashes of light made him dazed. Daniel stumbled out the bar to catch some fresh air.
Daniel gasped and coughed. He leaned by a car parked by the street and clutched his stomach. His chest tightened and his head spun. A sense of nausea had come back to him.
"Hey, dude. Are you all right?"
"You…" Daniel growled, "Templar… What did you do to me?"
"Hey, calm down…"
"Only one of you, Templar? Do you want to get killed?"
The man he was scolding at didn't answer. The face of the man was filled with confusion and fear as if the guy in front of his was the most scary creature in the world. The only thing in his mind was to kill.
"You have a dead wish then?"Daniel raised the knife in his hand; he was about to strike when…
His wrist was sheathed by a hand. The knife dropped to the ground with a clatter.
"What are you doing?!" A voice of a woman exclaimed. "Are you insane?"
Daniel didn't look up. His head still hurt like a knife had lanced into it. The next second his knees buckled beneath him as another wave of dizziness stroke him. Before he hit the ground, a pair of slim but strong arms caught him and held him tightly. It was that woman.
He felt the person grabbing his wrist was pulling him to a car stopped by the street. "Hurry and get on. We must move!" The woman said in a hushed tone.
Daniel peeled up to see the face of a young woman.
The woman shoved him into a car. Daniel didn't resist.
"Stay your blade from the flesh of innocent." The woman scolded at him, "That's the first rule of ours! Haven't you learnt that?"
"What are you talking about?" Daniel was confused and angry.
"You are one of us, understand?"
Hannah.
Her name was Hannah.
"You are an Assassin." She stated.
"You are an Assassin."
This moment had changed his whole life. Or more precisely, had triggered the program planted deep in his brain.
At some point on the way to somewhere, Daniel passed out.