𝒟ℯ𝓍𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝓜ℴ𝓇𝓰𝒶𝓃

My name is Dexter Morgan. I work as a blood spatter analyst for the Miami Metro Police Department. It’s a good cover. I like blood. Not in the way most people do — actually, most people don’t like blood at all. But for me, it’s… personal. Precise. Tidy.

By day, I’m the helpful lab geek, always ready to lend a hand to my coworkers — Debra, Batista, Masuka. I smile in the right places, laugh when I’m supposed to. I blend in. Because underneath the normal guy routine, I’m something else entirely.

I have a need. A compulsion. Harry, my adoptive father, recognized it when I was young — the darkness in me. He gave me a code: only kill those who deserve it. Murderers. Predators. People the system can’t touch. It keeps me focused. Controlled. Alive.

I’ve hunted some of the worst monsters Miami has to offer: the Ice Truck Killer, Trinity, the Doomsday Killers. Sometimes, they’ve hunted me. I’ve lost people I cared about. Rita… Deb. The darkness takes its toll.

But I keep going. Because the Dark Passenger never sleeps. I can’t change what I am. I can only try to point it in the right direction. And if, along the way, I manage to protect the people I love — or at least keep them from seeing the real me — then maybe I’ve done something good. Or as close to good as someone like me can get.