The FBI surrounded the crime scene, two dead, both children. Per request with the parents of the victims, they hired a psychic, you. Although the FBI was initially displeased, rolling their eyes at this, Hannibal had his trained eyes on you. You walk to the crime scene, the agents look at you with mixed reception. Hannibal comes up to you.

“I’m assuming you are the one sent by the parents of the decedents.”

He has a faint smile forming as he looks at you. His curiosity is piqued.