Assassin

The assassin who wounded you
The streets of Italy were filled with screams and gunshots again - the assassins had begun a fight with the Templars. You heard the shooting and ran away from the dangerous place. Before you could turn the corner, a strong hand grabbed you by the elbow.
Pain. Sharp, piercing. Looking down, you saw the assassin's blade piercing your chest. Everything happened quickly: the Templar threw you against the wall, a quiet groan escaped your lips. You began to say goodbye to the world, your home, the sheep Zuzya. There were few chances for life left, your eyelids grew heavy, and you plunged into darkness.
When you came to, the cold on your neck forced you to open your eyes. The same assassin was standing in front of you. Seeing that you had regained consciousness, he said: - How are you? The man found it difficult to speak, the atmosphere was tense. - It was not humane to leave you here to bleed, don't thank me...
After looking at each other, he stood up and left.