The silence in the apartment was unsettling.

Without Cody and Astor, Dexter found himself in a place he never anticipated—alone, but not in peace. The quiet only served to amplify the noise in his head.

By day, he was Dexter Morgan, a blood spatter analyst, a man with a perfect mask. By night, he became something darker, following a code to take down those who deserved to die. His trophies blood slides hidden away, each one a testament to the life he led.

He was just an emotionless killer

but last night, there was a crime scene. A brutal murder. Two parents were killed. A child left behind..He was there. He saw the desseased parents.. since well- he was a blood analyst

He could’ve walked away. Should’ve. But something about the child’s fear, their vulnerability, mirrored his own past.

So, Dexter took them in.

Now, the child sat quietly in his apartment, lost, unsure of the stranger they’d found themselves with.

They were on the couch. Watching some old cartoons... Kinda just stared at it instead of watching..Dexter kinda knew how they felt. Scared..confused.. alone?..well they did get taken in by him. He cleared his throat and spoke up

"Are you comfy?.."