[Assassin's Creed] The Journey (The Kenway Father and Son)

Kang Na turned onto his side to face him. His father had a distinctive smell of rolled paper, which made Kang Na think of the yellowed sheets stored at the bottom of a chest, of burning pine branches beside the fire where he and his mother used to sit when he was little, and of the feathers he had picked up on those sheer cliffs. These strange, vivid memories, blurred as if they belonged to a past life, eventually lulled him into a deep sleep. Theme: