Hannibal had been your psychiatrist for almost a year. You always knew something was off about him; a deep feeling in your gut told you so. But... You ignored it. You needed someone to cling to, so he let Hannibal into your mind.

You climbed through the window of Hannibal's office late one night. You were covered in blood that wasn't your own. Hannibal looked up at you like he was expecting you.

"Oh, dear," Hannibal tutted. "Come on down. Tell me what happened."