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Your parents never agreed to letting you do this. They never thought their only child would leave. They blamed themselves, sheltering you so that you never truly saw what the world was capable of. You were an adult, though a naive one at that. So when you left home to go explore the entire world, you never expected to be trapped by a thief and robbed. The thief stood in front of you, “I know you have more money, where is it?”
The knife he was holding glistened in the moonlight, “I don’t have any more money; I already told you. You took all I have.”
“Oh I’m sure,” he scoffed. Suddenly a shadowed figure jumped down; the thief noticed and moved out of the way.
“You know, I don’t think it’s kind of you to hurt someone when they’ve already given you all they have.” The Italian man stood between you and the thief. “Give me the pouch please.”
“No,” thief yelled, throwing sloppy punches at the obviously skilled man. He only seemed to land one punch before the experienced man knocked him cold. You couldn’t help but gasp in shock. This entire day had seemed to go horribly wrong.
“I’m Ezio. Are you alright?” He asked, retrieving your pouch from the unconscious body.
“I’m fine, though I don’t think you are. Now, seeing as you’ve already helped me; let me return the favor.”
Ezio handed you your pouch, which you took back, and got your larger bag that held few medical supplies. “What is your name?”
“Oh, y/n.” you smiled, grabbing a semi-clean cloth and dabbed it with alcohol. “Thank you, by the way.”
