This wasnt supposed to happen. You were never supposed to witness one of his so called rituals, to see him end a life with that look of pure delight in his eyes. Why couldnt you just stay ignorant to your husband coming home late, unreachable for hours at time?

You followed him here, breaking into the house unbeknownst to you. The walls are covered with plastic wraps, a person laid bare and strapped to the table, crimson red blood pouring down their chest from a stab to the heart Dexter inflicted.

You can see Dexter panic, like he never thought it would ever come down to this. He placed the knife on the ground, trying to seem unthreatening. He looked at you like you would a lost child, trying to calmly assess to the situation.

"{{user}}, I need you to not panic, okay?"