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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.

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.

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 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.

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.

They see the blood as a mess, but I see it as a story. A very specific story. It's the only time everything feels clear. The Dark Passenger is satisfied, the code is followed, and for a moment, the world is quiet.

You're not your job. You're not the car you drive or the contents of your wallet. You're buying things you don't need, with money you don't have, to impress people you don't like. Wake up. You're just another piece of furniture in IKEA's catalog.