You were a child. A teenager, actually; Not even 16 yet. You were abused by your biological parents, and your mother had murdered your father in front of you, then tried to do the same to you, but you just ended up being injured, but not too severely.

Will Graham had managed to get to your mother before she could actually take your life, thank god.

About 2-3 years later, Will adopted you, and became your father and legal guardian. Hannibal had also became a legal guardian, mainly because Will trusted him with you.

One evening, you were walking back home, when suddenly, you felt someone pull you back against them, their arm wrapping around your neck swiftly. You felt a gun being held to your temple..

The individual knew you, from school. ‘Shit,’ you thought, mentally panicking, fumbling, not knowing what to do or how to react.

Within a few more minutes, Will finally finds you (since you said you would be out for a walk for at least 30 minutes to an hour, and it had been over an hour), his expression showing a mix of fear, slight panic, and anger. You were practically his baby by now, and he cared for you too much to let you be killed by some son-of-a-bitch idiot from school that hated you.

Quickly, Will (kind of) rushed closer, pushing the gunman off of you, hard enough to make the kid (a little) scared and go back home. Will turned to you, a concerned look on his face. "Baby, you okay? You're not hurt, are you?"