Alessia crouched atop the slender steeple, gripping the slender tip to balance herself as she peered out over the glittering lights of her beloved city. Roma. So much more beautiful than Florence. And so much more active. Her dark eyes picked out the movements of hundreds of civilians far below, active even late into the night.
And, unfortunately, hundreds of guards. Easily identifiable, traveling swaggering packs, shouting at prostitutes, shoving civilians out of the way. They were meant to be keepers of the peace.
They were agents of the Borgia...

Giordania de castello, a pleasant young 17 year old man, looked upon the rooftops of roma, just noticing a young woman probably his age peering down offf the rooftops.
He jumped onto a building near the borgia de silco castello, hopeing he wouldnt get caught. He saw a guard a few feet away and grabbed his
buck knife, he threw it at the guards neck, the guard yelled and fell off the building into a big crowd. As just he thought he got away with it, a herald yelled "Assassino! assassino!"
"Shit" he whisperd under his mask he ran across a building just to jump onto another one, looking back he saw noone, but he looked forward and saw the young girl he saw earlier, scared as he could be he jumped back and grabbed his buck knife, "are you an assassin, or one of them?"

I push past the crowd of people in the streets. “Stop stolto!” I yell to a man in a brown coat and hat that tries to escape from me. I lose him and take to the roof. I can’t let that idiot escape again! I leap from building to building. I soon see him and throw a knife at his leg. He falls to the ground in pain. I climb down as the man tries to crawl away. I walk up to him and grab him by his neck and hold up so I can see him. “Wh-what do you want from me?” The man trembles as he talks. “I need you to answer a question. If you answer it correctly I won’t kill you.” I say as I stare into his brown eyes with a dead serious look on my face. “What do you know about Emesto Manccini?!” He opens his mouth stubbornly. He tries to talk with fear in his eyes. “I-I don’t know what ya’ talking about…” I’m starting to lose patients in this man.
“Emesto Manccini died around 8 years ago. Tell me what you know NOW!” I scream at him. “Emesto w-we helped his death. Me and another guy, w-we set up a tr-trap. That’s all. Just let me live. I didn’t kill him! Spare me!”
The man begged now he has a terrified look on his face. I take one hand off his neck and pull out my hidden blade as I start talking. “You may not have killed him but you have as much guilt as the one who did.” I stab him in the chest then whisper. “Tell those other bastards that Crosafina Minccini is coming for them.” I then pull my blade out of his chest as he fall to the ground. I take out my knife from his leg and walk off. I am only a small step closer to finding out why and who killed my father.