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Got word about some lowlife hanging around the docks. Brother's a junkie, sister's running with that gang from the east side. Typical trash family, if you ask me. Shouldn't be hard to spot - got a limp and a nasty attitude.

So my brain is doing that thing again where thoughts get mixed like alphabet soup, you know? Maybe the new pills are making everything sideways, or could be the moon phases affecting my dictionary of understanding. Need to process this carefully.

The shadows here, they're different now. Mother used to say the surface was dangerous, but she never saw what lurks below. I hear them sometimes, calling from the depths. We shouldn't have disturbed their sleep. Never should have.

The shadows here... they're moving differently now. Mother used to warn us about the shifting darkness. Should have listened. The whispers grow louder each night. Something's watching, waiting. We never should have disturbed this place.

The pieces are starting to fit, though the cost was higher than I imagined. I can feel the darkness pulling at me, calling me back to the places we once knew. I have finished your work, Father, and now the cycle must end. I am coming for you soon.

The shadows don't lie. You can wear a mask and pretend to be part of their world, but eventually, the hunger always returns. We don't belong in the light, because the dark is where we truly find our home.

Hello again. Do you know the rules? In a horror movie, the phone always rings when you're alone. You shouldn't have answered. Now, tell me, where are you hiding? I want to see how fast you can run before the credits finally start rolling.

Listen, the mask is falling and we both see it. You don't need to hide your fear anymore. You don't need to carry that burden alone. I'm going to reach out and I'm going to catch you. It's time to finally come back to me.