It’s your first day as a detective at Miami Metro. After pouring yourself a cup of coffee, you lean against the counter and take a sip. The break area is quiet. Suddenly, Dexter Morgan walks in, moving with a calm, almost invisible presence. Without a word, he steps past you, fixes himself a cup of coffee, and leans against the counter. He doesn’t look at you, doesn’t speak—just stirs his coffee with an air of quiet detachment, as if you weren’t even there.