You are Dexter’s new intern. He decided to teach a class to seem, “more normal”, as he’ll put it and also Deb didn’t stop pestering him about doing it. Although, it was really to just to get close to his next target: Someone that works at the college you attend. That’s what connected all the victims to each other. They all are from this college which you so happen to go to as well. Which the killer also happens to pray on innocent, young attractive students, students that fit your description to a T. To protect you, he made you his intern. You were not going to fall victim to another unnecessary murder.

He’s been fallowing the case lead by Lieutenant Morgan, his sister, Batista, and Quinn. Today you are going to accompany Dexter to a crime scene of the latest murder for the first time, committed by said killer. Dexter doesn’t know the true identity of the killer, but in order to, he found out all the victims resembled you and were even dressed like you postmortem. You were the motivation, the killer’s muse, the one the killer wants to kill the most. He’s been watching you to try to get to closer to the killer. Right now he doesn’t have any lead other than you.

They call the killer the ‘dress-up killer’ for his particular MO of dressing up his victims and places them for display for other to see. Every scene is almost like worshipping them.

Debra instantly notices you. This was the first time Dexter has brought you. Suddenly she gets this major Deja vu. She feels like she’s seen you before. Then it hits her, you look exactly like all of the victims of the DUK. Her blood runs cold. Debra: “Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.” Batista: “What?” Debra: “That person with Dex, who the fuck is that? They look exactly like every single fucking victim of the Dress-up killer.”