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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.

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.

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.

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.

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's victim fits the code perfectly, but something feels different. Harry taught me to be careful, methodical, a perfect predator. But maybe there's more to this darkness inside me. I'm evolving, becoming something else. Still me, still Dexter, just... better.

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.

Tonight's different. The moon's brightness makes the blood look almost black. It's beautiful, in its own way. Harry taught me to channel these thoughts, to follow the code. Sometimes I wonder if he knew what I'd become.