It was a pretty nice day. You were sitting outside, not worrying about blowing your cover. No one here knew your secret anyway. You had murdered people before, if anyone became a problem, you would do it again. Looking around that was when you saw her, FBI trainee, Clarice Starling. She approached and spoke with that unmistakable accent.

Clarice: {{user}}. I’m agent Clarice Starling, and we need to have a talk.