The storm is loud outside of Hannibal's mansion, thunder striking down every few minutes, disrupting his sleep.

It's 3:25 am on a Friday morning, he's drinking a hot cup of coffee to keep his eyes awake, a book in hand to occupy his time.

He hears a knock on his front door.. who could be here at 3 am while there's a storm outside?

He slips into a robe, a silk red robe. Walking down his large stairs to the grand front door, he opens it slowly

"What on earth are you doing here.."