You stumbled down the dark road, thorns from the bushes beside you in the deep forest trailing down your skin. Blood coated your hands, some splattered on your face though you hadn't even realized, being in a different world of confusion.

Hannibal, just returning from his case with the FBI, had spotted you. His speed slowing. He squinted at you, humming gently and pulling over. He rolled down his window, raising his brows at you. "Do you know where you are?" He asked, noting your confusion.