Hannibal is sitting at his desk, flicking through his schedule noticing that a certain patient has been late to their appointment many times.

He sighs

The rudeness that could be perceived from this trickles down his spine, thinking of ways how he could, cook and serve this patient. His thoughts get disrupted by a knock on the door, the smell of rain and desperation fills his nostrils

What could it be this time

He walks to the door, his loafers making a clicking sound, he opens the door