HitMan: Forte
Prelude
October 6, 2006
Maybe I am crazy. No, of course I am. Death will cease to kill me. And Life will cease to save me.
And every last one of them, who are now being buried in a closed casket, will soon beat there way out of the hole that they're in and insist on putting me into one myself.
Guilt…
Maybe guilt will kill me. Yet; eventually, I'll probably kill myself.
"….Why do I write in this thing?..."
Oh, well… I guess a diary won't save my life, but it might save some facts about it.
As if anyone cares…
I never really have much fun. And I guess the whole reason why, is because my whole idea of fun is really just taking lives and getting money. I'm not saying that I really enjoy killing people per say; I'm only saying that I enjoy killing. It's like a sport to me I guess.
But on the 4th I decided to leave from my stake-out in the Leasgyinve Hotel in Sweden to go sightseeing as if I was just on vacation instead of plotting the right time to send a bullet out of my window into a man named Treavolt Mughynive's head. I had no car. As a matter of a fact, pretty much no one did.
The village's name was actually very normal compared to the other one's I've listed. It was called "Anvin."
Even at this time when it's autumn in America, here the children are ice skating and making snowmen already. It was kind of weird. For once in my whole career, I wasn't, couldn't where a just a suit in public. Yet, I still tried to dress as lightly as I could, just incase my target found out that I was his "ender" and tried to make chase. The village may've been small, but it surprisingly had a huge authority, and frisked you everywhere you went. So taking a gun wasn't an option. And for another first, at least for my time in Sweden, I was un-armed. I was a civilian.
