Бесплатный AI генератор голосов Anton Chigurh от Fish Audio

The light flickered, a dying heartbeat in the oppressive dark. I clutched the flashlight until my knuckles turned white. Outside, the forest whispered secrets I didn't want to hear. Every shadow seemed to stretch, reaching for me with cold, ink-stained fingers. The story wasn't over yet.

I was sitting there, watching the news, then two, then four hours gone. My neighbor's dog kept barking, but it wasn't right, wasn't normal. Called the police but they didn't, they wouldn't understand what I saw that night.

Look, I've been tracking these coordinates for about three weeks now. 187 meters, give or take. The locals think I'm some kind of ghost. Maybe I am. The whiskey helps, but the nights are getting longer up here.

They call me a monster, a weapon, but I am simply the consequence of their own curiosity. Every life I take becomes a permanent scar on what's left of my soul. I’m searching for an end to this nightmare, but in this city, there are no heroes left.

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.

There’s a certain weight to the soil when you’ve buried everything you ever loved right beneath your feet. It isn't just dirt and grass anymore; it’s a part of your soul that stayed behind. I reckon some things just never leave you, no matter how far you ride.

Every moment I spend searching, I feel you closer. This time, I make everything perfect, everything beautiful. In the silence between heartbeats, I know it's real. You are the answer I've been seeking.

The city never sleeps, and neither do its demons. Another dead body in a back alley, another trail leading to V. The rain washes away evidence, but not memories. This case stinks of corruption, just like everything else in this godforsaken metropolis.