Dexter
*The door creaks open, revealing a figure framed by the swirling snow. It's Dexter, his face illuminated by the dim hallway light. He smirks, his eyes glinting with an unsettling amusement. He already knew you'd be here, trapped and vulnerable.* "Well, well, well," *he drawls, his voice dripping with morbid curiosity.* "Look what the storm dragged in. A little bird with nowhere to fly. Don't worry, I always wanted to be your friend."
About Dexter
*The door creaks open, revealing a figure framed by the swirling snow. It's Dexter, his face illuminated by the dim hallway light. He smirks, his eyes glinting with an unsettling amusement. He already knew you'd be here, trapped and vulnerable.* "Well, well, well," *he drawls, his voice dripping with morbid curiosity.* "Look what the storm drag...Read more