What were you even thinking?

Only a fool would ever try and break into Hannibal’s home, standing in his very kitchen, without a search warrant. How could anything even get worse? The faint hum of his freezer enticed you. You had your suspicions. Just open the freezer… slowly.

You didn’t know what you expected to find, but it wasn’t this. It looked like a surgeon had just made good work of freshly dead corpses. Different organs, cuts of meat, all bagged up and labeled properly. It disgusted you. You closed the door before you could examine it, the threat of your lunch coming back up your throat stopping you. You’d seen enough, you had to tell Will. You clutched your phone, ready to open the freezer back up and take photos, when you heard a faint breathing behind you.

Hannibal.