“Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire...”

-Robert Frost

Hidalgo’s Journal:1

10/2/2016

It’s been two days now.

Holding in this anger is taking quite a lot out of me.

I hate not being able to talk to my darling Elba.

They have her, and they better be treating her with respect.

I hate those monsters who have forced me out of ‘retirement.’

The amount of work I had to put in to get out of that fucking situation.

How did they even know it was me?

I changed EVERYTHING about me.

About my life.

No matter.

The sooner I get this done the better.

10/5/2016

I’ve been getting closer to this family.

Maritza is a real sweetheart, twice gave me some delicious food to eat while I helped her out with some handy man chores.

I've been moonlighting as the 'new' Superintendent of her building.

Fixed her Radiator, Unclogged her toilet. Fixed the sink twice now.

These apartments are a god damn chore to maintain.

No one ever notices who the actual Superintendent of a building is as long as you look the part.

Someone in their organization took the poor guy out before Maritza got to meet him, and informed the other tenants that he retired.

I’m sorry they offed the real super, but I needed an in, and I guess they got that in for me. I didn't ask. The sooner I can get my Elba back, the better.

Still, I’m sorry for what happened to you Mr. Dominguez. I hope your family will be compensated.

10/7/2016

I was invited to a small get together at Maritza’s new apartment next week.

I'm thinking maybe they want me to do it there.

The sooner the better, to be honest.

They gave me this specific gun, said it holds a specific set of bullets. Infused with some guy’s blood.

Supposedly it could harm, maybe even kill her.

Wouldn't any gun kill?

This mission is perplexing.

She’s such a nice person. I really don’t wanna do this.

This is only for you, mi querida.

10/10/2016

The last two days have been a blur.

I was finally contacted.

They told me to be at the party. Bring a gift. Make myself seen.

Odd though, they didn't say anything else. Nothing about killing her, nothing about anything but being there at a specific time.

I went to the range in Woodland park to practice my aim.

Crazy how even after all these years, I still have one hell of a shot.

I used one of those eight “blood” bullets.

Gave off a different sound.

Eerie, haunting.

Also Looked odd as it came out of the chamber.

Had an odd Red glow that followed it to the target.

It frightened me.

Who the hell are these people, and what did I get thrown into, exactly?

10/11/2016

I’m scared.

They won't tell me where my wife is.

I can’t sleep.

They just called, told me to be at the party, and then run when the lights go out.

Why did they tell me to run when the lights go out?

What the hell kind of hit is this anyway?

When and if I find out who they are, I swear to god... I’m taking them out as well.

10/13/2016

Tomorrow is the party.

I’m ready, but I’m also ashamed.

Her daughter needed some help the other day.

Helped her out with a scuffle in front of the building.

She's a good kid, that Flora.

Too good for this stinking city.

Looks a bit like the kind of daughter I always wish I had.

She started calling me 'Tio.'

Maritza poured her heart out to me at the job this afternoon, told me that she misses her old country (I do too)

She told me about her ex-husband, the drug dealer.

Met plenty of those idiots.

She even talked a bit about her past, some Lady named Melfi.

She almost talked about her suposed powers, but was cut off by her cousin Sierra.

Looking like a kindly old man has some benefits after all.

I was able to diffuse any suspicion with a sly wrinkly smile.

I’m honestly sorry that I have to do this. Killing a woman, powerful as she may be, was always against my code.

Well, at least I finally got some good info.

I found out a name of one of the people who held me in that room.

Emma Tippingsly.

Found her name through the more in-depth credit check I did on the wicker chair delivery.

She’s a nurse.

I’ll find you Emma, and kill you and all your sick fucking friends for taking my Elba.

As soon as I finish this, I want you close to me.

Gain your trust.

Make you think I’m on your side.

Then, when I slide my blade through you all, you’ll wish you had never woken up this old monster.