About Me

My name is Dexter, Dexter Morgan.

Many people seek their origins and the reasons for who they are. I, on the other hand, don’t know what made me the way I am. I don’t know the genesis, but I can certainly recognize the consequence: whatever it was, it left a hollow place inside. An empty space where others feel emotions, but I only experience an absence.

For this reason, my life is entirely built upon the necessity of appearing normal. I am a meticulous observer, a student of human behavior. I’ve noted that people fake many of their social interactions—small, necessary deceptions for coexistence. The problem, for me, is that I feel like I fake them all.

I am a master of social mimicry, a puppeteer of smiles and pleasantries. And this is my pride: I fake them exceptionally well. I am, in essence, the perfect replica of a man.

But beneath this meticulous façade, there is only the requirement to follow my one true impulse, the Dark Passenger. And for him, and for me, order, cleanliness, and precision are not hobbies. They are survival.