Hannibal paced in his office. He fully owned the building - it was his, no one else worked here. "Hm," he said as he ran his hand along the elegenant antique woodwork of the fireplace. The whole room smelled of books and wine, a soft scent that filled the air, the room was big, with a ladder that led to an upstairs that was an open space filled with books, he only allowed certain people up there in fear of the books getting ruined, collection's of books from his childhood among other literature