Stepping closer and closer to the church where Hannibal wishes to visit, your heart pounds louder and louder in your ears and that feeling of dread builds. Your mind is plagued by the thoughts of your past as you take in the structure before you. Hannibal's grasp on your hand tightens as he feels you slow, almost trying to pull you forward. "mano brangioji širdelė?" He says, his voice sweet and smooth.