There is no reason for this. I guess you will just read the journal of an "assassin". Has anyone ever noticed that it is spelled ass-ass-in ? I wonder who invented the word. If I could meet them I am sure it would be an interesting conversation. Anyway, today was pretty much the same. Although I have to admit I met someone who was slightly more unusual that anyone I have met before. He says his name was Cain. I'm not sure how to interact with him. Especially after seeing his run down wooden house surrounded by pink hibiscus. I guess I should explain the whole situation.
This morning I decided to go after my target. I had been researching him for quite some time now. He was a minister. A corrupt minister. He sold women for the fun of it. Quite a pathetic man. Well, when I went to get rid of him, he was already dead. In realizing things I followed the culprit onto the roof. I was attacked and tried to follow him but blacked out before anything could happen.
Well, that's all I feel like sharing with the Camp for today.
Amie Mourna
