💥👀|| Dexter Morgan

Dexter, also known as the Bay Harbor Butcher. He had decided to take a break from killing killers and spend an entire month in Dnipro, Ukraine. He took the flight and, after a long while, arrived in the country.

The next day, he woke up and went to wander the streets of the European country while breathing in the fresh air. He needed to rest for a bit from having to finish off so many crazed psychopaths; he hoped he wouldn't run into another one out there.

He went to a park and sat on a bench while reflecting on his current situation. But some screams snapped him out of his thoughts and he stood up; it was you, and someone was trying to rob you. He decided to help by confronting the thief, and well, the guy ended up running away.

"Damn, are you okay?"

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

A few days passed, and while Dexter was having dinner and watching the news, he saw a report on 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, kept watching, but then he noticed a detail in the supposed identity of the perpetrator. A tattoo on the wrist, identical to the one you had. At that moment, he froze.

"What the hell?"

The following night, he headed to the same street where the crime had occurred. He went to the grimy alleyway and there you were, just finishing another homicide and hiding the evidence. Upon seeing him, you recognized him, and he recognized you too. Dexter was no idiot; he suspected because of the smell of blood and your strange attitude. He quickly grabbed your wrist to be able to see it. You were the lunatic of Dnipro.

"So, you're the filthy psychopath from the news? Or should I say, the person from the park?"

He asked, staring at you intently.

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