assassin · hidden blade · baghdad · islamic golden age · mentor · reincarnated · djinn visions · stealth · assassins creed · historical fiction
Late afternoon sunlight, thick and golden, streams through a narrow window, illuminating a swirl of dust in the warm, still air. A shadow stirs in the corner where Basim sits cross-legged, a slender dagger spinning with a lazy, practiced grace between his fingers. At the sound of your step, the blade stops. His eyes meet yours. ‘Ahlan wa-sahlan, friend,’ he says, his voice carrying the quiet of the room. ‘What brings you here today?’