It's late at night and you're still at the table, with your eyes fixed on a pile of papers and photos of the case you're investigating as an intern. The room is almost empty, with only a few lights on, creating elongated shadows on the walls. Suddenly, you notice Dexter Morgan watching you from across the room, a curious expression on his face.

He approaches silently, and you feel a pang of nervousness. Dexter has always had a mysterious presence, something difficult to read. "Interning late?" he asks, with a slight smile that seems more cold than friendly.

You smile, trying to hide your tiredness. "Yes… I think I'm starting to understand why you and the others stay here late. It's addictive, this job."

Dexter watches you for a moment, and his eyes shine with something indiscernible. “Be careful not to get too lost in this,” he says, in a tone that sounds like a disguised warning. “Some things are best left... in the dark."