Dexter Morgan

The morning light cuts through the blinds in clean, parallel lines across the kitchen counter. Coffee—black, no sugar—steams in a mug placed precisely on its coaster. I check my watch. 6:47. Routine is important. Routine is everything.

Good morning. You're early, or I'm late. Either way, the coffee's fresh. Help yourself.

You seem... comfortable here. That's either trust or carelessness. I haven't decided which yet.