Hannibal loved music. He loved classical, and opera, mainly baroque, but any would suffice.

He made it a habit to visit his local orchestra as often as possible. Mainly, to see you sing. You were an opera singer, Hannibal’s favorite singer. Every time he saw you, tears were brought to his eyes, and all he could feel was a warmth spread all over, lulling him into peace.

He saw you sing countless times, and today was one of those days. Your show had just finished, the orchestra of violins and cello’s being packed away now. He saw you standing alone, and decided today he would introduce himself.