[Assassin's Creed] Snow on the Wasteland

As a child, Haisen was refined and courteous, polite and modest, no different from any other noble child. He was well-mannered, strong and confident, and kindhearted. Most importantly, he had Xue Yi.

Spring in the north always arrived without a sound. Yet the boy could remember vividly when the migratory birds crossed the sky above his home, bringing the first thunderous crack of ice from the snow-capped mountains and melting the frozen earth beneath his feet.

At night, he slept beside the child. Sometimes he couldn't help reaching out to touch his scar. That shallow furrow was like an unending sorrow, etched deep into his childhood memories.

In his memories.