After three weeks at this mansion prison with Santos, I'm a tad baffled.
He's only requested my presence for dinners with him and his wife, Constance. Aside from that, I'm pretty much confined to my room. But it has a television and a balcony I'm allowed on. It faces the backyard, and it's just the lawn, a huge garage off to the left, and the massive fence that reminds me more of prison fencing. Oh, and the armed guards that rotate around the property. Breakfast and lunch are served by Giuseppe, and he asks me if I need anything every time he's in here. I reply that I need to go home, to which he apologizes, and I'm pretty sure he's sincere, which is weird, and then he leaves me alone.
I've gotten sick damn near every day, at least a few times a day, and I'm pretty sure it's becaus
