Jacob Frye, after ridding the great city of London of the Templars' dominance, faces a new threat that runs through the streets of the city at night, an even greater threat than the Templars ... Vampires.
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London, England, October 20, 1870. After seeing the ambitions of Crawford Starrick and the threat of the Templars dominating the great city, Lleicob and Evie had restored the brotherhood of Assassins in London.
Due to his victory, Evie had decided to travel to India along with Henry Green to study more about the history of the brotherhood, instead, Jacob had stayed in London, since he was not so interested in those things, in addition, he was the boss of the Rucks, the biggest and most powerful gang in town.
Jacob spent the days bored, sitting on the sofa of his train that he used as his den and headquarters for the Rucks and the assassins' brotherhood, and since there were hardly any problems in the city that the brotherhood had to solve, since, With the fall of the Templars, all of their illegal businesses fell without their support.
But what Jacob did not know is that his quiet and boring days would turn into a bloody and dark nightmare.
On a full moon night, on a dark street in Whitechapel, two gallant women were standing on the corner of a street doing their job, after a while, one of the women asked the other. - Hey Mirian, I'll go for a drink at the bar, goods with me? -
- No thanks Luci, I want to stop drinking. - Mirian answers.
- Well, I'll be back in a few minutes, it won't take long. - Luci said as he walked away from the place.
After a few minutes, the woman named Mirian sees a man wearing an elegant suit and a top hat walking in front of her. The man was tall, at 1.80, what little was seen of his face showed that his skin was quite light, almost pale. Being an attractive man, Mirian does not think twice and approaches him.
- Good evening gentleman, grab a tall and handsome man walking alone at night. - Mirian says seductively.
The man looks up, and seeing the woman says. –Buona notte Signorina -
(Translation from Italian: Good evening miss.)
- Uh, is my lord Italian? - Mirian asks.
- so is my signorina. - The man answers making a gesture of reverence with his hat.
- And what is a handsome Italian doing in this dark London street? - Mirian asks.
- I'm just looking for a sweet snack before sunrise. - Says the man seductively.
- Well, my handsome gentleman has found him, follow me, we will go to another place, private. - Says the woman hugging the man's left arm, bringing it closer to his chest.
- My Bella Signora seems perfect to me. - Says The man with a malicious smile.
The man and woman walked into an alley, and after being covered in the darkness of the alley, the woman let out a piercing scream. The force with which the woman screamed began to diminish little by little, until her scream was mixed with the whistle of the wind.
