Where am I?
At 6 pm yesterday evening,
you were executed.
And pronounced dead.
You no longer exists.
- What kind of prison is this?! - It's not a prison.
You're about to enter the Animus.
What you're about to see, hear and feel,
are the memories of your ancestor who's been dead for five hundred years.
What do you want from me?
Your past.
Welcome to the Spanish inquisition.
We work in the dark to serve the light.
We are Assassins.
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