A new day dawned over the heavenly urban area of Florence, streets bustled with a negligible amount of people, the usual chatter and hustle-bustle of civilians was absent, as it was early morn. A hooded figure seated itself high above the personages, at the top of an incredibly colossal sized tower. She lay back against the tiled roof, allowing the sunbeam to caress her cheek, pillowing her head with her arms, It was too much of a beautiful sight, Indeed a sight for sore eyes. Her muscles relaxed beyond measure as she filled her lungs with the sweet smell of the water and the mist. The scenery around her nearly serenaded her into a deep slumber (which she had clearly lacked for the past few weeks) prior to her hearing stealthy footsteps on the roof, her eyes shot open, but she continued to laze, only parting her lips to speak. “La bella Firenze, Isn’t she beautiful?” The assassin propelled herself upward, lips twisting into a smirk as her stygian hood hid her penetrating gaze. “What are you doing here so early, Ezio?” Her laughter echoed through the area, as she placed her hand on his shoulder. “Here to check up on me, again?” She mumbled, smile growing by the minute.