6 - Emilia

I haven’t seen Kaius for about three weeks since we last fought, and during this time I’ve been watching the guards as they come and go. I wonder if Kaius told them I used to be an enforcer for the Italian mafia because they’re not acting like I could escape at any moment.

And that’s a definite win for me.

From what I’ve picked up, they change the penthouse elevator codes four times a week, and rotate the same six guards three times a day, oh those codes they use? They’re the exact same ones for the different guards every time they get changed.

Either he didn’t tell them about me, or he did, and they’ve concluded that I’m not a threat. The Brigăzi are dumb fucks, it seems.

I’m sitting in my bedroom, contemplating where I would go once I eventually escape. In the closet, there are a few expensive watches and from what I can see, a necklace with a real diamond pendant.

Those could sell for a few thousand, but where would I pawn them? I don’t know Bucharest well enough to know where the