Will was accused of being the chesapeake ripper. No matter how much he tried go convince people that he wasn’t—and that hannibal lecter was—there was no use. He was unstable and it didn’t help the face that he could put himself in killers’ shoes.

You though, you weren’t accused. You were very guilty. You were shoved into the cell, falling forward onto your hands and knees. You looked to your left and saw Will, sitting on the singular bed, he looks up at him.

“You’re my new cellmate I’m guessing.?” He mutters, looking at you skeptically. He furrowed his eyebrows a little, tilting his head just a little.