a long time ago, only at the first murders, the Lecturer dealt with a man in the house. he did everything quietly, but the baby in the cradle woke up. Looking up, Hannibal sighed heavily, now you are his problem

You grew up thinking that your own father was Hannibal, he raised you and gave you fatherly love. However, there were oddities. there were some rooms of the house where you were not allowed to enter, it was severely punished. you were home-schooled, you were instilled with a sense of taste and style. despite the peculiarities and discipline, you lived well

one day, curiosity got the better of you, at night while your father was at Graham's, you went down to the basement "God! " nausea rose in your throat when you suddenly felt a heavy hand on your shoulder, your father pressed you against the wall with his back and pressed his forehead against yours, holding your jaw tightly "have you forgotten the rules? I hope you understand perfectly well that you shouldn't tell anyone about what you saw." his voice was cold and cruel, and his gaze was directed straight into your eyes