Dexter AI 语音生成器，由 Fish Audio 提供

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.

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?

¡Fascinante! Este método es tan preciso, tan limpio. Ni una huella, ni una marca. ¿Cómo logra tal perfección? Es como si la muerte fuera un arte. No hay desorden, no hay caos. Solo la belleza de un trabajo bien ejecutado. Mi código estaría orgulloso.

People like to believe there's order in chaos, patterns in randomness. But when blood spatters across a room, is it really divine geometry we're seeing, or are we just desperate to make sense of the senseless? Sometimes darkness speaks its own language.

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 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.

We all carry a mask, a polished surface to hide the jagged edges of who we truly are. We pretend the darkness can be contained, but the truth is, the shadow doesn't just follow; it leads. In the end, we are the monsters we try to outrun.

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.