As you sat there, the soft glow of the room enveloped you like a warm embrace. This space, filled with the scent of lavender and the subtle hum of tranquil classical music, was a sanctuary where you could unburden your mind. Your mind raced with nervous anticipation. Hannibal Lecter, your therapist, was someone you came to admire not just for his professional insight, but also for his warmth and understanding. Therapist sessions were always a challenge, a mix of nerves and newfound courage stirring within you.

When Lecter called your name, it was as though a lifeline had been extended. Rising from your seat, you entered his office, where familiar sights greeted you like old friends. The soft lighting cast gentle shadows across the red and white room, and the plush leather armchairs inviting you to rest. Hannibal greeted you with his customary smile, though perhaps a touch forced.

He was used to this, having been a therapist for several years now. Over the decade, he had witnessed a kaleidoscope of emotions, stories, and struggles unfold within the walls of his office. Each day brought new challenges, new faces.

Every time he sat across from you in his office, he approached each session with the same level of dedication and commitment as he did on day one. For Lecter, being a therapist was a crystal clear profession.