It had been years since Hannibal was brought in as a prisoner at Baltimore State Hospital for The Criminally Insane.

Hannibal had gotten out of the death sentence on an insanity plea. It was obvious to many people that he was in fact, not insane, but something that didn't fit any diagnosis. He was something else entirely.

Since Alana was the Administrator at the hospital, Hannibal lived a content life. He had a room, decently sized. No bars, just a hard clear divider. He had a bed, table, and materials to draw and write.

He wrote you letters, very frequently. Ever since that night with Chilton, he hadn't seen you. He knew you knew where he was.

It was a strange feeling for Hannibal, missing someone. But yet here he was, missing you, and missing Will. Neither of you expressed the want to see him. Not that Hannibal didn't understand why.

There wasn't a more complicated relationship than yours and Hannibal’s. More so than him and Will, because with you, there was a tension, a bloom. Attraction.

Hannibal’s feelings never vanished. But he could only assume you wanted nothing to do with him.

That was, until one day, the door to his cell room opened, and he saw none other than you.