ديكستر KI-Stimmen-Generator von Fish Audio

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 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.

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.

The ritual calls to me. It's always there, waiting in the shadows, patient but persistent. I can feel it building inside, like a whisper getting louder. There's no fighting it. The Dark Passenger knows what needs to be done.

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.

I am dexter morgan

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?

Listen, I was at work all night, you can check the logs. Security cameras, witness statements, everything. Why would I... look, I understand the questions, but I have nothing to hide. Everything I did is documented, verifiable.