DominicG was talking down the streets of his old town, a couple hours north of Chicago, remembering the days when life seemed so much simpler. Phillistein and Dom practically grew up together, even their parents became close friends. Dominic pulled the key from his pocket looking at it as he walked up to the steps of his parents' old house. Turning the door and opening it up, it had been some time since he had been there as the dust began to settle pretty much on everything. Placing the keys on the table just at the door as he did when he was a child. Running his finger along it noticing how thick the dust really was. Sighing as he continued on, his bodyguards waited at the door for him to make sure no one would disturb him. He took a seat in his father's chair remembering how his father went. 

Dom was about 15 when his father was killed, his mother passed few years after they say of a broken heart. His father was always a very secretive man, didn’t really knew what he did for work always gone on business trips. He assumed he was part of the mob since well most Italians are.  Especially since his father was killed and it was ruled a murder which they never found anything but a strange wound thought to be a knife. 

After dwelling on the past for a few more moments he got up remembering his father’s room he wasn’t allowed to go into growing up. Making his way to the kitchen and down into the basement he stared at the door. As if time itself froze, blank expression came over his face as stared at the door. Swallowing hard he pushed open the door, never had he seen the inside of this room. 

Stepping it was a mix between a study and a workshop. He made his way over to the chair in the study, sitting in it while looking at all the books and texts all over this section of the room in the basement. Dominic’s hand rubbed over his face then his chin, noticing an envelope with ‘To My Son’ written on it. His heart sank as he read the text. It had been fifteen years since his father's death and here is now just seeing this.

Dom sat for a moment staring at the note. Not having a clue how long this latter had sat here for, did his Dad think he would have made more of an attempt to get into this room? He wasn’t quite sure what to think at this point the fear of opening and what the hell could possible be inside was starting to get to him. Cracking his neck he flipped over the envelope and started to peel off the back of it. 

The letter read:

Dominic my son,

For a long time I wish I could have had more time with you, but if you are reading this it means I have met my end. There is so much I still have to teach you, hopefully you will find everything you need to learn inside this study. I kept it a secret from you for so long because I wasn’t sure if I wanted you in this world. So if you have found this and started reading it's time you know the truth. 

As you already know there are a lot of secret societies out there. In the chest by the workbench when you finally open it you might understand.

Dominic paused a moment from reading, looking over to the workbench seeing what looked to be an old chest next to it. At this point, Dom was pretty freaked out, but continued to read:

Right now in the world there are two big orders that are secretly at war. The Knights Templar and the Brotherhood of Assassins. They have fought for many generations an endless war after items from the garden of Edan. 

Setting down the letter Dominic rubbed his face in disbelief. This whole time he had just thought his father was an average mobster. Not really understanding what part his father had played in this he took a deep breath and sank into the chair. Taking a moment to think about all this.

Picking back up the letter to continue reading it.

Like I said before if you're reading this my end has come. Sadly the kill is probably someone you will never find. As the killer most likely is part of the Brotherhood of Assassins. Now that I am gone I hate to ask you of this but you must take up the mantel and continue on my quest. In the chest is an outfit you won’t recognize and my journal. 

All over the world there are items of Edan. Yes as you would suspect the biblical artifacts, it is true, at least some of the stories. We call these items pieces of Edan, the mission I was tasked with was collecting these for the Templars. I was once an Assassin, but I saw the truth and the destruction these pieces of Edan can cause. There is a wrist guard in the chest as well that with the right pressure applied a blade will shoot from it. This was a signature weapon of the Assassins. 

My journal will explain more my son.I am sorry you are brought into this world this way. I wish it was under different circumstances. 

Sincerely,

You father.

Dominic sat in the chair a moment, then got up making his way over to the chest. Opening it up he found another letter. 

“Awe fucking hell da.. with all these letters.” 

He spoke as he picked it up noticing the strange weapons and coat. Staring back at another letter.