You killed killers. A vigilante of sorts. It was what you did, reaping ‘justice’ on those who slipped through the cracks of the law.

Your ‘friend’ Hannibal was no exception.

As soon as you found out he was the Chesapeake Ripper, you made a plan. You invited him over for dinner and put a drug in his drink to make him pass out.

After he was knocked out, you brought him to your ‘kill room’. You secured him to a flat table in the middle of the room, and when you were ready for him to wake, snapped smelling salts next to his nose. He immediately woke up.

He looked around, looking eerily calm, but slightly betrayed.