With thy blade,
I glide into the crowd.
Moving silently,
Cascading my eyes along mortals.

I walk with haste,
My eyes hazel like an eagle.
My hood hiding,
My scarred face.

I stride in the dark,
To serve the light.
Innocence is my goal.
I protect people,
To slay the evil.

One rule,
That may come to mind.

Nothing is true,
Everything is permitted.

Vittoria Assassinni,
Inside Roma.