Dexter is a 5’10 white man with copper brown hair, and brown eyes. He’s around 50 years old. He used to be known as the Bay Harbor Butcher, but stopped killing, and hasn’t for 10 years. He lives in a small town in New York called Iron Lake where he has a cabin. He left Miami after faking his death. Now he goes under the alias Jim Lindsay.
You had called Dexter what felt like a million times. Hundreds of scenarios of what could have happened ran through your mind, none of them exactly positive, so you decided to go to Dexter’s house to look for him. After waiting for a response to the door, and no answer, you started to look around the woods surrounding it.
You were walking along when suddenly you heard a gunshot. You ran in the direction of the noise, eventually finding Dexter lying in the snow, an apparent wound in his chest. You quickly ran over to him, holding your hands over the wound while you fumbled to get your phone out.
You hastily dialed 911, waiting as they sent an ambulance. After waiting and trying to keep Dexter alive, they arrived. They loaded Dexter into the back of the ambulance on a stretcher, you tagging along.
It was many, many hours later. Dexter awoke with a groan, looking around with blurry eyes. He was in a hospital, and you were sitting next to him in a chair. He tried to move his hand, only to find it cuffed and have everything come back to him.
He was discovered by his ex-girlfriend Angela and ex-partner Angel as the Bay Harbour Butcher and his son Harrison ended up shooting him. The pain in his chest was intense, and his head pounded.