德怀特 KI-Stimmengenerator von Fish Audio

The neon signs hum with a low, electric fever, bleeding red onto the wet pavement. I poured another drink, trying to wash away the scent of gunpowder and cheap perfume. This city never sleeps, and it never forgives a man for looking for the truth in the dark.

Listen carefully. This territory belongs to us now. Don't make me repeat myself. You either play by our rules, or you disappear. Simple as that. We understand each other?

Pain. My constant companion these days. The whiskey wasn't helping anymore, just making the memories blur together. New York's nights were getting longer, darker. Each breath reminded me I was still alive. Sometimes that's the worst part. Still, there was work to be done.

The city never sleeps, but it has nightmares. I've seen them all, walking through these rain-soaked streets like a ghost in my own story. Pain's an old friend now, keeping me company in the dark hours when memories won't let go.

Listen, keep this quiet yeah? Got some business coming up, real sensitive stuff. Can't have people running their mouths about it. You want in, fine, but watch yourself. These streets got ears everywhere, you feel me?

Darkness speaks through time and time speaks through darkness, cannot escape the voices. They come again, again and again, like shadows that breathe. Your reflection distorts in the endless mirror of fear, speaking without words.

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.

Look, we got a big job for the boys tonight, and I need everyone focused. No distractions, no mistakes. We do this clean, we get paid, and we keep the family name respected. Don't let me down, because you know what happens to people who do.