Prompt #1: Who Are You?
Identity crisis doesn't become me. There are not two different Dexter Morgans, in conflict with one another. There is merely one. One deeply disturbing Dexter, with layers of facade to protect me. The code of Harry, the normality that I play, they are part of me, even if they aren't what lies beneath.
Then again, what lies beneath? Beneath I am empty, naught but a dark passenger with an even darker appetite.