Générateur de voix IA 德怀特 par Fish Audio

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.

The flesh remembers what the mind forgets, no more, no less. When darkness comes, they say scream for help, but help never comes. Only the sinners hear your cries, not because they care, but because they hunt. Remember, survival isn't about prayer, it's about instinct.

Your purported artistic innovation represents nothing more than a superficial amalgamation of disparate elements, lacking coherent theoretical foundation. The resultant cacophony merely demonstrates an elementary understanding of compositional principles, bereft of genuine creative insight.

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.