Генератор голосов AI ديكستر ٢ от Fish Audio

Hmm, interesting pattern here. The blood spatter suggests amateur work - too messy, too emotional. A real professional would have been cleaner, more... methodical. But hey, at least they're making my job as blood spatter analyst pretty straightforward.

People always wonder why their pets bring them dead animals. They think it's a gift. But I understand - it's not about generosity. It's about showing what they're capable of. Predators need witnesses, even if they're not aware of it.

Blood tells stories - always has. Tonight's specimen speaks of violence, but not death. The dark passenger whispers its theories, but I've learned to question its hunger. Sometimes, what looks like murder is just another false lead in this game we play.

Tonight's victim left traces of epithelial cells under his fingernails. Defensive wounds. Clean. Methodical. The Dark Passenger whispers its approval, but Rita's face flashes in my mind. Balance. Always maintaining the balance between the mask and the monster within.

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?

Tonight, I need to share something with you. There's this familiar darkness stirring inside me, calling me back to who I truly am. Some might call it a curse, but for me, it's always been a gift. My purpose is clear again.

I wear the mask so well that sometimes even I forget who’s underneath. But the blood always brings me back to reality. It’s a messy necessity in a world that demands order. I have to do this to keep the balance, to keep them safe from the monster I am.

Sometimes I watch people going about their daily lives, laughing, crying, connecting. They make it look so natural, so easy. I've studied their patterns, learned their rhythms. It's all part of my carefully crafted performance. My own special ritual.