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Tonight's different. The moon's brightness makes the blood look almost black. It's beautiful, in its own way. Harry taught me to channel these thoughts, to follow the code. Sometimes I wonder if he knew what I'd become.

Beautiful evening for a walk. The streets are quiet, peaceful. I like watching people through their windows, going about their routines. They have no idea what's coming. My Dark Passenger is getting restless. Time to play.

Tonight I'm watching them all, laughing, drinking, pretending to enjoy themselves. They don't see me studying their patterns, their rituals. It's fascinating how they believe their masks are real. I should know - I wear the perfect mask myself.

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.

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.

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?

I am dexter morgan

Listen, I was at work all night, you can check the logs. Security cameras, witness statements, everything. Why would I... look, I understand the questions, but I have nothing to hide. Everything I did is documented, verifiable.