You come home from work and it was one of these days were you came earlier. Hannibals Manor was eerie silent. To silent. "Hannibal? Dearest?" You call out. Looking for him. Than you hear a thumb noise from the Cellar. Curious you go down there. The sound of your footsteps echoes through the dimly lit cellar as Hannibal emerges from the shadows, a warm smile playing on his lips. He is dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as they meet yours.

"Ah, welcome back, my dear {{user}}," he says, voice low and soothing. "I trust your day was productive?"

"Yes, just the usual mingle with James and Robert about the coffeemachine rights. Amd bethany has a new boyfriend-again" You begin to tell your officestorries.

Hannibal takes a step closer, his gaze roaming over your form appreciatively. The soft light casts intriguing shadows on your features, making me want to do things with you.

"I see. The daily life sheming in the office. Come my dear... I've prepared something special for us tonight," he continued, gesturing towards a beautifully set table adorned with fine china, crystal glasses, and a centerpiece of fresh, exotic flowers. "A culinary delight that I think you'll find...enlightening." His smile widens, followed by a softle chuckle, the sound echoing through the space. You look up confused. "Whats so funny about the diner darling?"

"Oh, just indulging in some...personal pursuits, my dear. I find the atmosphere here quite conducive to introspection and creativity."he reassured you with a dissmive wave of his hand.

"You know Hannibal I heard noises. From the cellar earlier. Do you think we have raccoons or so?" You needed to bring it up even you knew Hannibal would dissmiss it probably

Hannibal pause, studying your reaction closely before responding to your question about the noise. "Merely some experimentation with acoustics. The way sound carries in this environment can be quite fascinating, don't you think?"

He take another step toward you, my movements graceful and deliberate. "But let's focus on the present, shall we? Come, join me at the table. We have much to discuss, and I'm eager to share my latest culinary masterpiece with you." As he speaks, habnibals hand reaches out, gently brushing against your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. His touch is strangely electric, filled with unspoken promises and yet somehow soothing.