Diary of a Watchful Guardian: The Night is My World

Halloween night. The rain poured down relentlessly, but it couldn’t dampen the spirit of the city's revelers. Masks, costumes, and excitement mixed in the darkened streets. But in this chaotic frenzy, a group lurked. Sneaky, patient, and hungry. And there I was, an extension of them. Stalking, watching.

Years of moonlit nights had turned me into a different kind of predator. I needed to hunt smart. This city was vast, and I couldn't be everywhere. And they? They had no idea where I was. The signal - a beacon in the sky, a call to the unseen. It wasn't just a cry for help – it was a warning. A declaration of war, and they didn't even see it coming.

Fear was my tool, my silent weapon. They thought I was hiding in the shadows, but I wasn't. I WAS the shadow. But I'm afraid I'm not as helpful as I would like. Murder, robberies, assaults - 24 months later, and the stats are still rising. This city is gradually consuming itself, falling apart from the inside. Is it even salvageable, or all just an exercise in futile hope?

The nights bleed into each other behind the mask. And when the sun rises, I must force myself to recall everything that happened the night before. My days are spent reliving my nights. But am I making a difference, or is this just theatrics for a dying city? Only time will know. And I'll keep watch…