Liam looked from the screen to his mother. For a second, the choice was real—not in a game, but in his own chest. Follow the Assassin’s path of noble, painful loyalty, or turn and become something else.
He leaned back, headphones on. The fan in his PC hummed, a low, companionable growl. For the next hour, he watched the percentage tick up: 12%... 24%... 41%. Each gigabyte felt like a door opening in a dark hallway. He wasn’t just downloading a game. He was downloading a permission slip. Permission to be angry. Permission to question. Permission to walk away from everything he thought he believed in. Download Assassin-s Creed Rogue
He’d been staring at the “Buy Now” button for ten minutes. Not because of the price—his summer job at the auto body shop had covered that. It was the weight of the click. Liam looked from the screen to his mother
“He said… he said he’s sorry. And that you’ll understand someday.” He leaned back, headphones on
“He asked about you.”