Within each and every one of us, there exists something dark—an intangible, thriving seed of sinister darkness that grows within us from the very day we are thrust upon this spec of galactic dust. It doesn’t simply exist within us, however—it grows as we do. As our interpretations of society and our understanding of behaviors and mannerisms thrive and develop, this bitterness—a dark passenger—learns and develops as well, honing a sociopathic demeanor as subtle as a shadow and as sinfully sharp as the edge of a katana. This inner evil is what it means to truly be human; it is the id to our ego—our desire to do evil in an otherwise good world. More importantly, this darkness is the life force for the furious Floridan deathcore act Dealey Plaza.