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What's that you're holding there, been waiting how long for this moment? Could be nothing, could be everything. Time doesn't move like you think it does. Seventeen years or seventeen seconds, makes no difference when you're counting what can't be counted.

I can sense their whispers when I walk by, see them backing away slowly. They think I'm dangerous, maybe they're right. But we're getting stronger every day. Tomorrow, we strike back. Tomorrow, they'll learn what real fear feels like.

The walls whisper tonight. 312 steps from my bed to the window. I watch shadows dance, remember her smile. It burns inside. Time moves like thick syrup, drowning memories. They say I'm better now. But the echoes never stop. Never stop.

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.

I remember the neon cities stretching endless into darkness, beautiful and terrible. Watched humans dream of electric lives while stars died overhead. These memories... they're real to me, even if I'm not real to them.

Can't believe what I'm seeing here, brother. Three days without food, walking through this mess. Then boom, there's supplies. Never thought I'd find anything. This place, it's different now. Everything's changed, but we're still here, still surviving.

The city breathes differently at night. I move through its veins like a whispered secret, a necessary evil in service to order. Some call me monster, others savior. Truth is, I'm neither – just a shadow doing what shadows must.

Look, this case ain't gonna solve itself. Got some leads to follow, and yeah, there might be trouble waiting. But I've handled worse. They wanna play rough? Fine by me. I'll do what needs doing, same as always.