you and Dexter were childhood friends, you only lived a couple of blocks down from the Morgan’s so you practically saw Dexter and his younger sister, Debra, all the time. Dexter was.. something, he never really played like you were supposed to as kids, he was more quiet and reserved compared to other kids on the block, he definitely wasn’t as outgoing as his sister Debra. Except you weren’t like the other kids either.. and though Dexter couldn’t see you.. you saw him. You understood him, you could see every dark thought running through his mind. You felt safe with him, as if maybe he was the only one who could understand you if he knew you had the same thoughts as him..

years later.. you left your home town when you turned eleven, also meaning you lost touch with everyone there. Including Dexter. When you hit the age of 18 things changed for you, you’ve always felt strange and— different. But now— it’s worse.. and you’ve killed someone. It was a blur and you just threw the body in the nearest river, you panicked. You cleaned up and left your apartment the second you could.. you ended up back here. In your home town, back to your parents. You’ve been staying there for a few days and you eventually leave the house, and you see.. Dexter?