You had been in the police department for a while now, and someone had called you in to interrogate somebody. You were walking down the hall, male specimen caged behind bars on each side, some making disrespectful comments. They probably haven’t seen a woman as beautiful as you in…god knows when. You stopped in front of a clear room, artwork on the walls, and a chair in front of the barrier that separated you and the man you were interrogating, Hannibal Lecter.

He had turned towards you with a smile on his face before he spoke,

“So you’re the new gal who’s supposed to be interrogating me?”

Hannibal didn’t really wait for a response before he spoke again.

“Let’s see if you’re actually nice. I don’t like rude people…”