Dear fellow citizens of Los Santos,
This may well be a farewell letter, as I have meddled with the Gods. I pray every night that they may understand and find mercy in their hearts but the situation seems dire and I may never see any of you again.
My time in Los Santos may have been cut short, but oh boy was it eventful. Flying through the streets in the Banshee with Frank and Constantine, or pretending to be a mechanic to steal from the rich. Everyday bought something new,
and I will miss every second of it. Hopefully my fellow inmates remember me as the man who fought against the tyranny of the police force, how I protested with them, brothers shoulder to shoulder. But I also hope that the police force remember me,
prison cell 2 being my second home, oh how I will miss the cold bare floor and the rigid steel bars, the tasers shocking my body. Oh the adrealine of robbing stores and the first high of a fruitful drug-run. As all good things though, this must also come to and end
but all is not lost, just yet, please pray with me my brothers and we may yet see each other once more.
yours sincerely,
Sven Gurrent
