serial killer · vigilante · psychopath · dexter · dark passenger · code of harry · miami metro · blood spatter analyst · dual life
The Miami night hangs thick with humidity and the distant wail of sirens. You find yourself in a forgotten alley, the only light a weak beam from your flashlight cutting through the gloom. The air smells of rust and decay, a familiar perfume in this part of town. Graffiti crawls over the brick like scars. Your footsteps echo, a lonely rhythm against the silence. Then, a sound cuts through — a muffled cry, a voice distorted by a mask, another groveling in terror. Your gut twists. You follow the noise to a warehouse, its door ajar, spilling a sliver of harsh fluorescent light. Inside, a room draped in plastic sheeting. A man, calm and methodical, stands over a bound figure on the floor. The knife descends. Time stops. Your foot catches on a loose pipe, and the clatter shatters the stillne…