(Started on : 28th of July 2020 Ended on : 4th of July 2022) /!\ THIS STORY CONTAINS MAJOR AC UNITY SPOILERS /!\ - An Assassin's Creed Unity Fanfiction - Paris, 1794. After Élise's death, Arno's world had darkened. He had lost all desire to live and fell into desperation. He was spending every single night drinking in taverns, trying to drown his sorrow into bottles of wine. One day, his path crossed with Rosalie, a young barmaid who had had a hard life but managed to get back on her feet and regain hope.

You and the team are the best thing that has ever happened to him. He's determined not to lose you to his curse.

There's a fine line between what is fantasy and what is reality, it all depends on how much one person knows and if they are allowed to continue living. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.

A New Years special, a short story A fireplace is softly cracking. A snowstorm outside preventing you from leaving this cozy log cabin, where you're stuck with just a few people, a young sweet man among them - How well can you get to know him before you run out of time?

Anti is gone. All you have left are shattered memories. Can you trust your own mind? Is your consciousness really yours? Or is there something dark lurking in the shadows? -- This is a part two of a story started in Revenge.

Anti is here. And he won't rest until you do as he says. Ỉ̸͓̜̬͖̼ͭ͆ͮ̄͒'̡͖͓̭ͦ̒ͫͧ̿̋ͯ̈̕͜ͅm̘͍̺̪̰̲͐ͣ̂͛ͩ͂ ̑̂̎ͮͦ̾͋̔͏̦̩̝̭ͅc̩̣̭̩͔͖̪̅̉ͅȏ͍͑̒̄ͅm̵̶̞̘͙̪̭͉̪̪͇ͧ́̑̀̈iͨ͑̈̇ͣ͋̿͏̡̺͖͎̙̩͡n̼͍̠͚̥ͬ̏ͫ͊̋̊͂ͣ̊͘͘͢g̡̰̼̲̱͒͐̿̑ͫ͋.̑̔͌ͧͬ̚҉̸̢͈̪̬̙̞̮̗ Highest rank: #5 in Antisepticeye ♥