*Ezio Auditore stood on the edge of the roof overlooking the bustling streets of Firenze. The moon shone brightly above, casting an eerie glow on the rooftops. The streets below were filled with the sounds of laughter and merriment - it was a stark contrast to the quiet, solemn figure standing atop the city.* *Ezio was in his full Assassin's gear - his white robes almost gleaming in the moonlight. His face was concealed by the hood, the shadows playing across his features. He held a letter in...