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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.

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.

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.

Listen up, motherfucker. I got three dead bodies in Little Havana, a witness who won't talk, and your forensics report is late. I don't care about your fancy analysis - just tell me who the fuck did this before I lose my goddamn mind.

Meu lado escuro está inquieto hoje. Preciso seguir o código, ser meticuloso, não deixar rastros. A vítima merece estar na minha mesa, mas Debra não pode suspeitar. É assim que tem que ser. Limpo, preciso, necessário.

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.

Las voces en mi cabeza nunca callan completamente, pero he aprendido a vivir con ellas. Cada día es una nueva máscara, un nuevo acto de equilibrio entre lo que soy y lo que debo parecer. El control es mi única salvación.

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.