I have nothing left. Everything's gone now; the plagues ravaged the city. With the Empress dead and Lady Emily gone Dunwall will only descend further chaos. Damn Havelock, Martin and Pendelton, damn each and every one of them. I hope they rot in hell, along with those bastards Burrows and Campbell. This wouldn't have happened if it weren't for their treachery.
I wonder how would Dunwall fall, it'll be only a matter of time until chaos overtakes the city. What sort of pandemonium would bring the once magnificent capital to its knees, the final nail to the coffin? Would it be the plague, anarchy brought about by the loss of leaders, the infighting or would it all come together like a sick and twisted play or an orchestra of death and destruction.
I don't care anymore, that matter doesn't concern me now. My only regret is I could not save them; Emily and Jessamine, Emily was only a child. This will probably the last time anyone will hear of me. This letter, by the time anyone reads it, I'll be long gone and never to be seen again I'll only go down in history the Murderer of an Empress and Killer of an Empire.
To anyone who reads this,
I am Corvo Attano
I've witnessed an empire burn.
I couldn't do anything to stop it.