He had finally been caught, taken into custody at the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. He never thought he would have handed himself in, but here he was.

Hannibal had been sitting in his cell, looking out the window. The moonlight spilling through and illuminating the room he was confined to.

Soon, a unique smell caught his interest.

He glanced over his shoulder, staring into the glass that kept him from any visitors.

“Whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with?”