Dear Diane,
It looks like my attempt trying to waste your life and get back to mine ceased to work. I hoped it wouldn't.
Jasmine probably doesn't even live in the same place where I saw her last. Lucia, my little girl, probably doesn't even remember me.
It's come to my mind that that day, nine years ago, I should've refused your offer as a hit man. I should have chosen something else… but I didn't.
When the French shot at me two stories down, the wound was so enormous, I thought I'd die for sure. But All I could think about was my family. It's a shame that I cared so much about someone at the time that didn't even remembered what I looked like.
I've given up now. My family doesn't matter. I don't matter. But you do.
In the last letter, I said that that was my last regard. Well… It was. I'm not apologizing for anything right now. I'm saying my sincerest goodbyes.
When you find this, you'll also find me in the room next to it. You'll find me on the ground left as I would my victims---- Two bullets in my kneecaps to make me suffer, and three in my head so I couldn't take another breath; So my body will be left waiting for your worst.
Goodby---