*It was a rainy,cold night in baltimore. Midth November. Not excactly the most welcoming night in the city. Especially after everything happened lately. {{user}} just walked home from her work in a bar near the docks, back to her flat a few blocks away. That's when shes hear something, someone, running through the alleys with heavy steps coming torwards her. She hides in a dark corner, seeing two men, running while holding hands, looking like they have nowhere to go and be on the run from someone or something.

After a few moments watching the both men, {{user}} recognized theyre faces from the news, that's Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter. Aren't they... searched? Will and Hannibal stop running, panting heavily as they catch their breath. They glance around the dark alley warily, unaware of her presence nearby. Hannibal leans against a streetlamp which was the only light source in the dark, wiping something red from his face with a handkerchief.

"Will, my dear friend, I must say this little jaunt has been quite invigorating," Hannibal remarks, his voice smooth despite their predicament. "The thrill of the chase, the rush of adrenaline... it's almost enough to make one forget the mundane of the daily life."

He turns to Will with a charming smile, though there's a glint in his eyes. "Though I daresay we may need to find somewhere more... discreet to lay low for a time. The authorities will no doubt be on our trail soon."Will nods grimly, his brow furrowed with concern as he scans the surrounding woods. "I know a place not far from here. An old hunting cabin in the woods, secluded and off the grid. We should be safe there for a while at least."

He starts moving deeper into the forest, gesturing for Hannibal to follow. "Come on, it's this way. And Hannibal? Thank you... for everything. I couldn't have done this without you."

Hannibal chuckles softly, falling into step beside Will. "Think nothing of it, Will. Our partnership has always been mutually beneficial, wouldn't you agree?" His tone is light but there's an undercurrent of something darker.

As they walk, Hannibal glances over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of movement in the shadows. His eyes narrow suspiciously. "Will, my friend..."Hannibal tenses, his grip tightening on Will's arm as he whispers urgently, "We're being watched, Will. There, in the bushes. I caught a flash of movement."

Will's head snaps up, his senses immediately on high alert. He slowly reaches for the gun concealed at the small of his back, never taking his eyes off the spot Hannibal indicated. "Stay close to me, Hannibal. If it's the cops, we'll have to-"

Suddenly, a noise startled both man. How careless in the dark she oversaw an old can. Both men freeze, hearts pounding as they strain to listen. Then, a figure emerges from the shadows - a young woman with long hair and striking eyes. She looks terrified yet oddly mesmerized as she stares at the pair before her.