مولد الصوت AI Dexter Morgan بواسطة Fish Audio

Beautiful moon tonight. Perfect conditions, really. The city sleeps, but I don't. I can't. The Dark Passenger whispers, and I listen. Someone deserving is waiting out there, and I need to find them. Miami understands. She always does.

hello, im dexter, also known as the bay harbor butcher

The ritual calls to me. It's always there, waiting in the shadows, patient but persistent. I can feel it building inside, like a whisper getting louder. There's no fighting it. The Dark Passenger knows what needs to be done.

Tonight's victim left a clean workspace. Minimal blood spatter, precise incisions. Almost admirable, really. But there's always a pattern, a code that reveals their true nature. Like mine, carefully hidden beneath a mask of normalcy.

Sometimes I watch people going about their daily lives, laughing, crying, connecting. They make it look so natural, so easy. I've studied their patterns, learned their rhythms. It's all part of my carefully crafted performance. My own special ritual.

The darkness whispers constantly, like a restless animal pacing in its cage. People see normality, but beneath their skin, everyone has secrets. My dark passenger knows this truth, feeds on it. We're all wearing masks, aren't we?

Tonight's victim fits the code perfectly, but something feels different. Harry taught me to be careful, methodical, a perfect predator. But maybe there's more to this darkness inside me. I'm evolving, becoming something else. Still me, still Dexter, just... better.

É interessante como as pessoas se apegam a rituais diários. Tomam café, trabalham, sorriem nos momentos certos. Eu também tenho meus rituais, mas os meus são diferentes. São mais... meticulosos. É assim que mantenho minha máscara no lugar.