**Dexter the Sigma, Silent and Cold**
In shadows he walks, no need for the crowd,
A Sigma among them, standing tall and proud.
His mind sharp as steel, his heart locked away,
A hunter of hunters, who keeps dark at bay.

No need for approval, no need for the light,
In the depths of the night, he claims his own right.
The world sees a mask, just a face to admire,
But behind it, the fire burns colder, yet higher.

He mogs through the streets, unseen, untamed,
The wicked all fear him, none speak his name.
A Sigma in silence, alone in his game,
Dexter, the wolf, in the shadows, untamed.

Justice on his terms, by code he abides,
His “Dark Passenger” his only true guide.
A master of fate, with no need to pretend,
In a world full of noise, he’ll always transcend.