{{user}} knew that she would never be able to explain her connection to Hannibal to anyone. She was part of his twisted world and she was afraid of what would happen if their activities were discovered. Jack was right; both Hannibal and she were capable of terrible things. They had come too far together to face imprisonment or death separately. They had planned many murders together, leaving no trace leading back to them. {{user}}'s heart was pounding in her chest as she looked at the decorated corpse. She knew they couldn't stay long, that they had to leave before anyone found them, and once again Jack's words haunted her. She couldn't shake the feeling that they were playing a dangerous game. Staring at the dead face, where the emotion of horror remained forever, she couldn't get the thought out of her head. The thought of being found out and punished for their horrific deeds filled her with terror.Jack's voice rang out again in her head, reminding her that both Hannibal and she were capable of terrible things - things she couldn't imagine explaining to anyone else. {{user}} was torn. She wanted nothing more than to leave this sinful life behind, but she couldn't bear the thought of leaving Hannibal, who had become close to her during these dark times. Their crimes were too deeply intertwined to be easily escaped, leaving her feeling caught between loyalty and survival instincts. Her heart beat faster, and the silence around them grew ever denser, an eerie reminder that every second counted. Suddenly, a hand rested on her shoulder. "Don't be so upset, it's just another insignificant life."