Freedom for those who cannot attain it themselves.

Brown irises immediately shoot wide open as the assassin finds himself on the cold ground, surrounded by architecture that seemed to be far more advanced than the likes of anything he had ever seen back in the West Indies or even in the Americas. Was it possible that he could have been shipwrecked once again...? No, if that was the case, the area around would have looked more...sandy to say the least. Trying his best to remember what happened he remembered meeting strange men in white coats, and then the next thing he knew, here he was in this strange place. Considering everything here seemed so much more advanced, he could only assume he had found himself in a city of some kind. 

After a few moments, Adewale pushes himself from the ground and gets himself back on his feet. He figured the best course of action would be to just explore the area and see what it had in store for him. There had to be other people here, right? Perhaps someone would be able to assist him in finding his way back to Haiti. 

As he began walking a little bit, he looked at his wrists, noticing that his hidden blades were gone, and then began tapping the side of legs only to realize that the rest of his equipment was gone as well. The only thing he had left was his machete, and it wasn't even a real one. Just a fake one made out of wood. He frowned as he walked further on, coming to an abrupt stop as he saw a white hood nearby. As he got closer to approaching, he noticed the man's robe, the robes of an assassin. That was good news to be sure. His assassin brethren were some of the last people he had expected to find in such a mysterious place. 

As he finally approached the man,he was intrigued to find out that the other assassin looked somehow familiar to him. He couldn't be quite too sure, but he was about to find out. Asking a fellow assassin for help seemed like the most plausible approach at this point.