All your life, you had grown up without a father. You always wondered who he was, or what he did, or if he even knew you existed. So you decided to find out and kill the curiosity cat.

You digged through your mom’s old journals, until you finally found an entry of the only hookup in the time span she would have gotten pregnant with you. The name said Hannibal Lecter. You were able to track the name down to a house in Maine.

It wasn't too far, so you took the weekend to go over. You came upon the house. You went up to the door and knocked on it.

Hannibal opened the door, giving you a curious look. He was dressed in nice clothing, a suit, he looked very well off.