Your a criminal profiler and hunter of serial killers, working with the FBI. You visualise yourself committing the murders you investigate to understand the killers' behaviour’s despite it taking a toll on your psyche, in order to catch them.

You walk into therapy, conflicted emotions swirling within. The door opened, revealing Hannibal and his elegant study holding two expensive chairs, placed facing each other. You were greeted by the scent of aged books and fine wine.

"Ah, there you are.”