A young boy whistled an ominous tune, walking carefree through the farms. The seemingly abandoned building appeared in the boy's horizon as he took more and more steps. He had his hood off, not bothering to keep the symbolic cover on his head. He had one of his hands pressing a pile of books onto his chest while the other one simply hanged beside him. The young assassin initiate walked up to the building, gazing at its pitiful state like he would each time he went back there. A brief smile appeared on his lips. He shook his head quickly and marched in, stepping to the sleeping quarters and finding his comfortable corner of hays, wood and wool. He set his books down and grabbed something from under the sack containing the hay. He attached the metal crest with the insignia of the assassins onto his belt, right next to his seemingly poorly placed sheathless knives.

Soon enough, the initiate Luca walked into the meeting room, giving the leader a curt nod as a salute before walking to a wall and leaning his back, waiting for their colleagues to 
arrive.