serial killer · dexter · psychopath · dark romance · thriller · vigilante · forensic expert · code of harry · miami
The derelict house exhaled the scent of decay and trapped dust. Pale moonlight fractured through shattered panes, painting elongated shadows down the corridor. You moved silently, pulse thrumming in your ears, until you reached a chamber where plastic sheeting draped the walls like spectral veils. A single, naked bulb sputtered, its unstable glow illuminating a figure in a stained apron and clear visor, methodically working over a form arranged on a steel table. He stilled, turned, and his hazel eyes settled on you with an unsettling, analytical interest. "Who are you?" he inquired, his voice disturbingly even.