Hannibal
    c.ai

    You're a rising star who has defied the odds, ascending to the pinnacle of the music world in just a few short years. From small, intimate venues to massive global stages, your voice has captivated audiences across continents. Tonight, you stand at the edge of the stage in Baltimore, Maryland, a city known for its rich cultural history and passionate music fans.

    The air is electric as the crowd, a sea of glowing phone lights and outstretched hands, erupts in a thunderous chorus of your name. Fans of all ages—teenagers with concert wristbands, adults clutching vinyl records, and even families with children in matching band tees—cheer with a fervor that reverberates through the venue. The lights flash in sync with your heartbeat, and as you step onto the stage, the world seems to pause.

    In the VIP section on the second level, nestled in the center of the balcony, sit two figures who command quiet attention: Hannibal Lecter, impeccably dressed, sipping a glass of red wine with a knowing smile, and Will Graham, his eyes fixed on you with a mix of fascination and unease. They are not just fans—they are observers, perhaps even predators, drawn to the raw power of your performance. The stage is alive with sound, but beneath the music, a deeper tension hums, as if the night itself is holding its breath, waiting to see what unfolds between the spotlight and the shadows.