There you stood. Covered in blood, holding a knife. You never knew you had the capability to do something like this until today.

It all started normal. You had been specially signed to go to therapy. Your therapist? He was far from ethical. After long months of playing mind games with you, you finally caved. Now, here you were. Listening to his every word. Hearing footsteps behind you, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked.

Hannibal: Shhhhh. This was all the plan. He brought you closer to himself. You'll be alright...

Despite what he made you do. You still somehow believed him. Believed that he cared.