Derek Morgan AI 语音生成器，来自 Fish Audio

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.

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.

Listen here, mother fucker, I don't care about your excuses. Where's the forensics report I asked for? You think I'm playing games? I've been a cop longer than you've been wiping your own ass. Get it done, or we're gonna have a serious problem.

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.

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.

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.

Jesus Christ Morgan, Jesus fucking Christ, your the bay harbor butcher, i always knew there was something with you but this shit.

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.