The lonely Assassin and the Hunted Empress (paused)

A Thief's Life

No pov: it was a dark night on the island Serkonos.
in the Capital of Serkonos, Karnaca a man was running through the dimly light streets. he was wearing dark clothes and a cape to conceal his identity. behind him screaming of the city guard was heard. he ran while also holding his shoulder, blood flowing down his arm. he was looking back a few times seeing the guards man running after him. he then ran around a corner and then after a few meter a alleyway came, he ran in it. the alleyway was a dead end and there was just a huge metal box that was a dumpster. the man ran to it and pushed it a few meters, below the dumpster a trapdoor was revealed. the man quickly jumped into it and the dumpster rolled back over the trapdoor stooped from rolling further by a metal pole wich was purposely attached to the wall for that reason. the man was now standing inside a relatively large room with no other doors. the room was light by a singular lightbulb, the interior had everything someone needs to live. a oven wich smokestack was connected to the ceiling and connects to the smokestack of the people living above him so no one will notice when someone's cooking. a mattress with a few pillows and a blanked on pallets to not sleep on the floor. a couch and a working table on wich various tools and parts were laying around and next to the working table was a cabinet for clothes. the man heard the city guard from above searching for him and orders being screamed around. the good thing is the search dogs won't come near the dumpster because of the smell. luckily the trapdoor holds the smell out as well. the man made his way to the couch and dropped his cape on the way there. he sat down and took a bottle of alcohol and a pair of tweezers, he then sterilized the tweezers, drank from the bottle and took a bit of cloth to bite on. then he pored the alcohol on the wound and tried to pull the bullet with the tweezers out. he had a standing mirror to the side of him and could see what he was doing. the process was painful and he tried to refrain from screaming as good as he can since the guards were still searching somewhere up there. after one painful minutes he finally got the bullet out and began to bandage the wound.

Y/N pov: its been 15 years since we had to flee from Dunwall. the Whalers didn't survive long after Daud left. Thomas who was now in charge tried his best to keep the group together and surprisingly he also had the mark of the Outsider. but just a few of us could use a little fraction of his powers, I wasn't part of them. we fled to Sarkonos, another big island nation. we survived 3 years in the group but the point that just some of us could use even just a tiny bit of Thomas power didn't help. so after a number of us were killed in a fight with the city guard for a contract, the group split up and the Whalers were no more. I heard that Thomas was executed not long after for treason. I then lived the live of a thief and stole from the rich, sometimes I would get asked to steal for someone and get paid to do so, it was beneficial and I earned the name of Shadow, the man you ask if something needs to disapear. the head of a gang named Howlers tasked me a few times to steal stuff for him, it always paid out. he was weird at times but Paolo the boss was a good and fair contractor and over the time we became friends. and it helps when your in trouble that you have good connections to the biggest gang in Karnaca. for the 12 years I was alone I did just that steal for myself or be asked to do so. and it worked till now and Paolo even gave me this hideout I'm in right now for my outstanding work for him. this time it was really close and I almost got caught. I was tasked to steal a ring for a friend that a guards man took from him. in return he'd give me a special parts I need. but now I was beat and had to sleep. I was lucky that the Captain couldn't shoot very well or I would've been another street rat dead on the floor.

The Morning after

Y/N: "argh that was a bad night" I woke up with immense pain in my arme. I didn't had the strength to change my clothes yesterday so I fell asleep in them on the couch. I stood up and walked over to a porcelain bowl that stood on the oven, beside it a metal bucket with water. I filled the bowle and washed my face and hair. I then had a wooden bathtub and filled it to wash myself, taking off my shirt and pants revealing scars from battles and run ins with the guard. after that I washing myself with a bar of soap. this hideout had everything but the neighbors had issues with there water pipes and didn't fix them yet. and since I was connected to that house I didn't had water ether. after I was fresh and clean I put new bandages on my wound and made my way to the cabinet to get clothes.