[0:02 AM] FIRST DAY AT WORK

Alright... Let's see... Oh! Oh it's recording! This actually works! Good!

Sooo hi! Today is my first day at work!

Always wanted to be a private driver!

I get to drive this awesome limousine!

This is going to be awesome!

It's a little late but... oh well. I just got the call.

Something urgent.

[02:03 AM]

I... I don't know how I should feel about this.

I am sure that guy had a gun on him...

He was just yelling on his phone.

Something in another language. German perhaps? Or Russian?

He dropped the gun on the floor but quickly picked it back up...

I got 450.0000 ... in cash. Just for driving that guy around... Boss said I would get more over time.

I've... got to think about this... but holy hell that's a crap load of money...

He said depending on the client I would get up to two fucking million.

Two

Fucking

Million.

Where does this guy get his cash from?!

[ONE WEEK LATER]

[4:00 A.M]

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!

THAT GUY GOT SHOT!

I- I- I- I am fine! But my client...

Some dude he wanted to meet just shot him straight in the face.

He.. told me that he wasn't going to kill me... just to deliver my boss a message...

This... ugh... My.. boss gave me half a million for compensation...

This... I don't know...

I... I need to man the fuck up...

[TWO WEEKS LATER] LOSS

Mom passed away.

Dad has put a bullet through his head.

Oh well.

He ruined the carpet...

Anyways... I've decided to stick to the job and go even futher.

I subscribed to some sort of patriotic newspaper per accident.

Got a call.

I don't know if I should kill those people, I mean they make it pretty obvious that I should but I wonder if that's really what they want me to do.

Well... I'm recording this as I am loading the Glock with which my dad shot himself.

But I'm going to try to think of something more... discrete... elegant.. something unusual.

[19:00 P.M]

Well that fucking DID NOT go well!

Tried to snap that guy's neck! But instead I fucking hugged his head.

He didn't like that. Crap I've got to learn how to snap a neck.

So he chased my ass. Through the entire

fucking

building.

Found their armory...

That armory might have just saved my lucky ass.

Gotta calm down...

Beer sounds like a good option now...

[02:03]

Got a call from the boss.

Another client.

I now know what I have to do.

I have to be discrete.

Gloves.

A tie.

Suit.

Mask.

Backup gun.

Silencer.

I need those things. Gloves, tie and suit are no problem. Already found a mask. Gun... right the glock.

Silencer... I need a silencer.

I have to remain calm.

Professional attire.

Speak like a guy that knows what he is doing.

I have two jobs to attend.

No time for feelings.

I do not feel sorry for the things I have done...

I do not... feel sorry for those guys...

Forget... their faces...

They are just one of many...

Inhale...

Exhale...

Behind the mask you are not yourself.

Behind the mask you are someone else.

Someone with no feelings.

Someone with just one objective.

To neutralize everyone that stands in your way.

Unarmed or not.

Leave no witnesses.

Leave no evidence.

You are the mask.

I am the mask...

The mask that changes the personality.