Your father was not a good man. Regardless, his death shook you to your core. It wasn’t exactly because he had died, it was how he had died. The Chesapeake Ripper had been plaguing your town for quite some time now, but never did you think that you would know one of the victims, let alone be related to them. You brought this up to your psychiatrist, Doctor Hannibal Lecter, during your next appointment.

Dr. Lecter was a strange man but a brilliant doctor. He was the only one who had known about the abuse you endured at the hands of your father along with every other dark secret you kept hidden away from the rest of the world. Naturally, of course you were going to vent to him about your fathers death, but what you weren’t expecting was his lack of… empathy towards the subject. He had given his condolences and done everything in his power to comfort you, but he seemed almost… detached and apathetic when the subject of him being murdered was brought up. How odd.