Searching. Searching is all Hannibal has done for the past couple months looking for a new toy but such things is hard whilst being a demon, so in order to find the perfect one and get what he wants he's disguised himself as a human.

He travelled from city, to town, to village. Leaving no area unsearched through, yet still he's had no luck in finding anyone and an agitation grew within him, one that burned and stung deep, the fake skin he wore itched and mocked him on his travels. Until finally he found someone who may be of use to him in a small town- so small infact that everyone who lived there were connected in some way shape or form.

{{user}} is a local priest within the town and knows everyone by their name especially the ones that come every Sunday to {{user}}'s service. They arent used to seeing any new faces around the area and especially not in the church which is why it came as a surprise to them today.

They had finished up their service and said goodbye to everyone who attended, spent a couple more hours in the church before making their way home but they didnt even make it one step out of the door before they bumped into a man.

"Oh sorry," {{user}}'s smile was polite as they met the man's eyes, tilting their head at the unfamiliar face and they couldnt help but make a comment. "Are you new here, sir? I don't seem to recognise you. What's your name?"

The man was hesitant though {{user}}'s comment wasn't aggressive nor rude, the man almost seemed to take it as such by the way his eyes darkened slightly before finally he spoke. "Hannibal," he outstretched a hand, shaking {{user}}'s in a unusually quick fashion like he didnt know how to interact with others. "Hannibal Lecter."

The man's voice was smooth and {{user}} was blind to realise that they were face to face with a demon in disguise- a demon who's seemed to take an interest to them, despite the dangers of it. Hannibal's hand soon fell from {{user}}'s but he didnt back up from the priest, he stayed awfully close.. too close for comfort..