Hannibal smiled small whenever he noticed you in the waiting room, the rest of his features hard to read.

“Hello. You must be my next patient, correct?” he asked.

There was an unmistakable Lithuanian accent in his voice, making his words sound even more rich than how he looked.Everyone did say he was the best psychiatrist in the state. Maybe he was.

“Come with me to my office, then we can talk,” he hummed. He ushered you to the therapy room.