CHIARA HAS BEEN LOCKING HERSELF in her bedroom for almost a week now. Even during times where she's supposed to eat, she never went out. Ezio or any maid will just deliver her foods in her room.

"Cara," Ezio spoke while putting down the tray that contains her food on the bedside table. "It's already one in the afternoon. You have to eat you lunch."

He sat down beside her and combed her hair gently. Just like the past days, Chiara won't even speak and just continued on staring at nothing.

Ezio took a deep breath before getting a spoonful of chickpea soup, one of Chiara's favorite.

"Open up, cara,"...