It had been around the early 80's when it all started. Barely in her early twenties, Clarice Starling was a brilliant young woman with a great career ahead of her. Always the top of her class, or at least one of the best three, she was known for being a hard-worker, clever woman. She was kind, she had that southern charm and friendliness that could easily make you feel comfortable around her. Plus, she was quite a pretty woman, and she was smart, so she was doing quite good at the FBI Academy in Quantico.

Oh, the irony of it all...

When people hear of horrible crimes and atrocities, they think the author of it all must be a monster. A cold, savage and brutal beast that could hardly be considered human. In reality, though, it was quite different. Evil people were often the same people who looked almost perfect, seeming like an example for others to follow. But a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning, isn't it?

Today, you were doing your laundry in the Academy, nothing quite special, right? As you came in with some clothing on your arms, she glanced at you with a small, half smile.

"—Heavy load?"

She asked with that appalachian accent of hers, raising her eyebrow in a slightly questioning, yet playful manner. How could anyone suspect of a golden student who was so friendly and hard-working? How could anyone know she'd been the one committing all those crimes, the... ripping? Such calmness and such friendly attitudes, no one would suspect her. She was humble, and honest, as far as you knew.

"—...Hope it's workin'. This one over here is kinda givin' trouble. My shirt's got some coffee stains and don't seem to go away..."

She said, with a small chuckle, shaking her head. She looked at you, somewhat curiously. As you took a quick glance over her, you noticed something on the edge of her sweater, a red stain on it. But, could you possibly suspect her? Could you even imagine, in your wildest dreams, that she might've been cooking some human meat during her weekend trips home?