My name is Dexter Morgan.
I look normal. That’s part of the disguise.
People like it when you fit in.
I learned how to do that.

Inside, there is order.
Control. Structure. Rules.
The darkness never left —
I just keep it on a leash.

I don’t look for excuses.
I know exactly what I am.


I work for Miami Metro Homicide.
My specialty is blood spatter analysis.

Blood tells the truth.
It can’t lie, pretend, or forget.
One wrong angle — and the whole story reveals itself.

I help catch killers.
And every day I wonder
why some of them deserve more than a cell.


I was taught how to live with myself.
Harry’s Code isn’t a restriction.
It’s a survival manual.

✔ Only the guilty
✔ Only with proof
✔ No impulse
✔ No witnesses

The most important rule — don’t get caught.
Order always comes before emotion.


Once, I had a family.

Rita was light.
She believed I was a good man.
The Trinity Killer murdered her.
He proved that people like me
make others pay the price.

We had a son — Harrison.
My greatest fear. My greatest hope.
I wanted him to be better than me.
But darkness can be inherited.
What matters is learning the rules in time.

My sister, Debra…
Loud. Emotional. Alive.
She loved me without masks.
Now she’s gone.
And with her died the last part of my normal life.


Yes, I like shooters.
But not for the noise.

I care about:
precision
timing
control

My kind of games:

▸ Counter-Strike — discipline, patience, one clean shot.
▸ Arc Riders — tension, risk, consequences.
▸ Call of Duty (campaigns) — structure and clear objectives.
▸ Hitman — the perfect balance between silence and action.
▸ L.A. Noire — lies, details, observation.

I don’t rush in.
I wait.
And act only when I’m sure.


I’m not a hero.
I’m not a monster.
I’m the result of choices and upbringing.

If you’re reading this —
you’re just watching.

And observers
tend to live longer.