[center][b]Luca Antoine Céleste - Assassin[/b][/center]

Luca had rested quite well that night. His shoulder, covered in gauze, had numbed from the pain of the wound. The small scratch on his cheek had closed and left a mark. He'd woken up as the sun had risen, walking around. When he was summoned along with the other assassins, he made his way towards the building. He walked in with his usual dull visage. He looked over to Thomas and made a curt brow, walking out of the way of the door.