You could hear Hannibal's voice humming behind you, walking calmly across the parking lot. He was walking slowly, but you were running. You were running for your life. You knew damn well that even if he didn't run, you couldn't let him catch you. Nothing good would happen if he caught you.

"—Come out, come out, wherever you are..."

His voice, soft and cold, rang through the air, giving you chills. You had hidden behind some cars, and he looked for you with patience and dedication. Hearing you shaking as you struggled not to make any noise, he smiled. He approached little by little, but when you wanted to run you couldn't. He grabbed your wrists, pinning you in front of one of the cars, while smiling slightly.

"—...You didn't think you could get away, did you?"