Where am I?
At 6 pm yesterday evening, nika siradze
You were executed
And pronounced dead.
You're no longer exist.
What kind of prison is this?
It's not a prison.
You're about to enter the Animus,
What you'll about to see, hear and feel are the memories of your ancestors,
Who've been dead for 500 years.
What do you want from me?
Your past.
Wellcome to the spanish inquisition.
We work in the dark to serve the light.
We are assassins!