A game, or real life? (Ezio x reader)

Unsolved mysteries; Untold secrets

Where was I headed? For what purpose? I myself did not know for sure. For a while, I found myself wandering along the streets, past the Galata tower, down to the docks. Up on a boat, disembarked on the other side, and found myself headed to the Great Bazaar. Spices, tapestries, fruits and vegetables, fish... all these different smells and sights invaded my senses like a tsunami. I walked with light steps through the thick crowd like a salmon swimming against the current. But eventually, I found myself on the other side of the market. I handed a couple of coins to a begging child, to a group of Romanies, before I continued walking. I wandered about aimlessly. But was it truly aimless? Because before I realized it, I stood before Sofia's book shop. I cracked a smile. Of course I'd end up here. Of course I'd end up by her doorstep. And who knows, she might even be able to help me out. So, with a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped right in.

Sofia looked extremely busy, pacing back and forth with armfuls of books. I looked at her curiously. "Salve (Hi), Sofia." I greeted with a soft smile as I lowered my hood.

"(y/n)! Salve." She greeted with a bright smile, before heading over to her desk so she could put her books down. I was then met with a hug, of which I returned with a light giggle. "What brings you here?"

"I was just passing by." I shrugged, smiling. "You look busy."

"Oh, I have not been able to stop." She sighed out. Only then, did I notice that the carpet was littered with glass. My gaze swiftly shifted over to the windows, only to find them broken. I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"Sofia, what happened here?"

"It happens from time to time..." she shrugged. "Thieves break in hoping to find money or valuable goods. I have not yet been able to deduce whether something went missing."

"Do you need help?" I asked. "I could go ahead and deal with those windows while you finish cleaning up here."

"Is it really alright?" her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Am I not bothering?"

"Not at all." I shook my head with a soft smile. "I'll just need a hammer and a few planks. But first, I need a broom. Taking care of this glass should be a priority."

"Right away." She nodded before heading away and further into the shop. And so, here I was up on the roof, hammering a few planks on the window frames to cover them until she could buy new windows to replace them. Within, I could see Sofia storing away what remained of the books. I didn't mind doing this. Not at all. I spent so much time up on rooftops that being up here just felt...natural. Mere walking just felt boring at this point.

For a few moments, the repeated sounds of the hammer hitting the nails were the only sounds that surrounded me. Until... "(y/n)..." A soft whisper, coming from behind me. I immediately stopped hammering. Who was calling out for me?

"Ezio?" I called out, turning around. But no one was there. I looked around for a few moments, but I was clearly alone up here. I sighed, thinking someone was playing a nasty little joke on me. But I hadn't expected the sight presented before me as I turned back to the window. There stood Altaïr, right in front of me. I honestly had been caught so off-guard that I stumbled back in surprise and ended up falling on my butt. But the semi-transparent figure didn't move. I could only feel his piercing gaze against my own.