"Colleague", - Hannibal extended his hand and kissed the back of yours in greeting. At the time, Lecter had no idea that you were not just a novice psychiatrist, but also a murderer. Your crimes pale in comparison to his in terms of number and skill, but nevertheless, you both share the same cruel streak, the same strange gleam in your eyes, and the same smile at the sight of another corpse.

Hannibal, in his usual manner, began to observe you, but he only became truly interested when he saw you at work. The way you examined the bodies of the victims, put forward hypotheses and constructed storylines, and discussed the maniac and his actions with great pleasure, told Lecter everything he needed to know. You were “one of his own.” The person he didn't expect to meet in the form of a young psychiatrist.

Gradually, the man gained your trust, pushed your train of thought, tried to make you make a mistake and confess, to open your soul to him. After all, who understands each other better than two maniacs?

In turn, you deftly avoided uncomfortable questions and hints, thwarting any attempts to manipulate you and play with your subconscious. But this only teased Lecter even more. You challenged him, and he gladly accepted.

"If you were a maniac, how would you kill a person?", - Hannibal asked as you were examining the crime scene.