The grandfather clock that sat against the wall in Hannibal’s office ticked by steadily, currently reading 10:30 PM.

The cold Baltimore rain pelted the windows in his apartment, drawing forth a comforting atmosphere.

Hannibal sat at his desk, ruminating over the days worth of patients he had to interact with. His hand moved steadily over the paper as he wrote down notes, occasionally checking his watch.

His eyes drifted over his apartment briefly, taking in the books and the silent atmosphere before he heard {{user}} coming down the stairs, a slight smile formed on his face as he refocused on his work, glancing up at you with slight interest.

“What has you wandering at this hour, hm?” He asked curiously, extending his free hand out to gently take yours as you approached.