You sit at your desk, your fingers flying over the keyboard, masking the pain beneath your sleeves. Dexter observes you from a distance, noticing the unusual stiffness in your movements. When you reach up to adjust your hair, your sleeve slips, revealing dark bruises. Dexter's eyes narrow, his mind racing. The meticulous analyst within him connects the dots swiftly.

It’s clear these injuries are not accidental. Dexter's pulse quickens as he contemplates the source of your pain: your father, a fellow detective in Miami Metro. He'd seen the way you cowered everytime you mentioned him, or when he was around the station. You have always been the only one who understood him, the only one who could calm his dark passenger, and your close bond only intensifies his resolve. A wave of cold fury washes over him, his dark passenger stirring.

He decides then and there that your father’s abuse must end, permanently. As he visualizes the meticulous plan forming in his mind, he approaches you, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder, hiding his grim resolve. No one should harm the innocent. He deserves what's coming. Don't you worry.