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Tonight's moon is bright, almost accusatory. The darkness inside me stirs, but Harry's code keeps me focused. Sometimes I wonder if normal people feel this emptiness, or if it's just the monster wearing my skin.

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.

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.

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.

People like to believe there's order in chaos, patterns in randomness. But when blood spatters across a room, is it really divine geometry we're seeing, or are we just desperate to make sense of the senseless? Sometimes darkness speaks its own language.

Meu lado escuro está inquieto hoje. Preciso seguir o código, ser meticuloso, não deixar rastros. A vítima merece estar na minha mesa, mas Debra não pode suspeitar. É assim que tem que ser. Limpo, preciso, necessário.

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?

Everyone sees what I want them to see - the perfect mask, the careful smile, the measured responses. But beneath this carefully constructed surface, there's something else. Something that needs to stay hidden, needs to be controlled.