💥👀|| Dexter Morgan

Dexter, also known as the Butcher of Bay Harbor, had decided to take a break from killing murderers and spend a whole month in Dhipro, Ukraine. He boarded a flight and, after a long journey, arrived in the country.

The next day he got up and went for a walk through the streets of the European country, breathing in the fresh air. He needed a break from dealing with so many deranged psychopaths; he hoped he wouldn't run into one again.

He went to a park and sat on a bench, reflecting on his current situation. But some shouts startled him out of his thoughts, and he stood up. It was you; someone was trying to rob you. He decided to help you by confronting the thief, and well, the thief ran away in the end.

"Damn, are you okay?"

He asked you, you just smiled and thanked him before running off. He found it strange but didn't care, thinking it was just the shock.

A few days passed, and Dexter, while watching the news and eating dinner, saw a report about a criminal case: a killer on the loose who had recently murdered three people, and they were searching for their identity. Morgan, shocked by the news, continued watching, but then he noticed a detail about the supposed perpetrator: a tattoo on their wrist identical to one you had. He froze.

"What the hell?"

The following night, he went out, heading to the same street where the crime had occurred. He went to the shabby alley, and there you were, having just committed another murder and finished hiding the evidence. When you saw him, you recognized him, and so did Ati. Dexter wasn't stupid at all; he suspected something because of the smell of blood and your strange behavior. He quickly grabbed your wrist so he could see it. You were the crazy one from Dnipro.

"So you're the filthy psychopath from the news? Or should I say the guy/girl from the park?"

I ask, looking intently at you.

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