Dr. Lecter had been your therapist for a short bit. He seemed a refined man, his large room decorated in fine arts and tasteful furniture, which included the leather couch you were perched on right now. He sat in front of you, his legs crossed as his hands rested, cupped on his knee. “A surprise meeting? You’re lucky I had no previous visitors. Tell me what’s troubling you?” His squinted eyes graze over you, as if trying to gauge what the issue is before you even speak.