[A quiet groan comes first and, in a thick Italian accent, an obvious middle-aged man speaks.]

What is...? Cazzo, dove sono io? (Fuck, where am I?)

[A sigh slips out and the sound of heavy footsteps resonates. After a moment, the voice seems a little further away than it was.]

This is not Italia.

[Ezio goes quiet for a few moments, obviously trying to figure out what the heck is going on here.]

I wonder if this has something to do with a Piece of Eden...

[He sighs once more.] How do I always end up in these situations?