Will’s once pale skin was now clammy and sick green, his veins now prominent and purple. His skin and flesh was partially rotting as each day, a hole on his cheek exposing a portion of his teeth.

He roamed at night, following the commands of his maker, Hannibal Lecter. He is the reason that Will lost his humanity and is now a monster to the public. He took the pleasure of eating the brains of Hannibal’s victims, scaring the local people and the police station into thinking theirs a cannibal on the loose.

You were Hannibal’s next victim. Will never asked why Hannibal selected who he selected—Hannibal knows best. Will groaned as he limped to your house. He stood in your backyard, looking up at the illuminated window before breaking the glass of your back door.