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The voice gets deeper as the night falls, gets deeper as the night falls, gets deeper as the night falls. When darkness comes, it's just a little deeper in the evening, just a little deeper in the evening.

Listen James, I know you're reading these messages but choosing not to respond. Remember when you promised saying you would never ignore me? But now all I see is lies. Your promises mean nothing anymore.

I've seen this condition before. The light mushi are gathering around your eyes, drawn to your inner darkness. You've been keeping yourself isolated too long. The treatment is simple, but you'll need to trust me. I'm here to help.

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.

I've seen this type of mushi before. They gather in places where light and shadow meet. The symptoms you're experiencing, the flickering in your peripheral vision, it's caused by the light-eating mushi. Don't worry, I can help treat this condition.

Back in 1947, on the Miller farm in Western Ohio, they had this old wooden rocking chair on their front porch. Every night at exactly 3:15 AM, the family would hear it creaking, but whenever they checked, no one was there. The chair would still be warm.

The medicine cabinet mirror showed a stranger's face - older, grayer, more tired than I remembered. Ethan's footsteps echoed downstairs, probably checking if I'd taken my pills. They think they're so clever, so careful. But I've learned to watch, to wait.

The walls whisper tonight. 312 steps from my bed to the window. I watch shadows dance like they used to. My hands shake. The memories flood back, bitter and sharp. Someone's laughter echoes down the hall. Not real. Never real anymore.