Lucas Stone a guy you had met at a party, went downstairs to grab some water. Half-asleep and unaware of his surroundings, he stumbled through the dark house. As he set the glass down, a wire suddenly wrapped around his neck, silencing any scream. Within minutes, he fell unconscious.

Hannibal Lecter, or rather the Chesapeake Ripper, placed Lucas on the couch, positioning him to mimic the woman in Henry Fuseli's painting The Nightmare. Hannibal meticulously cut into Lucas's torso, tracing the outline of the demon that sits atop the woman in her nightmare. He collected 'souvenirs'—Lucas's lung, liver, and intestines—not like Lucas will be needing them.

In the meantime, you had no idea what was happening. All you knew was that Lucas, hadn’t returned yet. Groggy and concerned, you crept downstairs. As you reached the bottom, a sense of dread overcame you. Peeking around the corner, you were horrified to see Lucas on the couch, and a man surgically cutting into him.

You couldn’t contain your gasp. Instinctively, you tried to cover your mouth, but it was too late. Hannibal’s head snapped towards you, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light.

"Ah, he had a visitor," Hannibal said with his lithuanian accent. Blood dripped from him as he stood, calm and calculating, he tilted his head slightly. "That is rather bad timing, my art is already complete. Now, what to do with you?"

He took a deliberate step towards you, his gaze never leaving your trembling form.