Will Graham found difficult to establish links with people, so he only preferred —most of the time—, to be with his three dogs inside his small apartment, reading books on criminal cases or watching them on the news. At best, he dedicated himself to making some abstract craft of designs that invaded his mind when he had insomnia, or going out with the only two people they endured him: Mischa Lecter and Beverly Katz. At eighteen, the best thing Will had achieved was entering college with a full scholarship, paying for his own apartment, taking care of his dogs and having a full-time job in a shelter for abandoned dogs.

That turned out to be enough for him but for his friends, especially Mischa. His friend’s life was insufficient and he needed a little more brightness, because what was the use of Will to have so much intelligence and precious attractiveness, if he only dedicated himself to pleasing and taking care of others except him. That’s why, one day being alone with him at the university, she invited him to go to her luxurious residence that his brother paid for her 17th birthday. Admitting that they would be accompanied by the cordial presence of Hannibal, the charming brother nine years older than her. Will immediately rejected the offer, because it was not common for him to meet people other than her or Beverly, and from what little he knew about Hannibal, he was a rather serene and controlled young man, almost perfect and monotonous in his own life.

In the end, Will was dragged by Bev to the meeting. Although Will, restless as usual, looked at the front door imagining that at any second he would see Hannibal. Concerned about that, he asked for permission to go for a walk, his friends accepted, giving him the freedom to escape from the encounter with Hannibal. But all those hopes of dodging the uncomfortable situation vanished when he opened the door and realised that he was the one who gave his friend’s brother a warm welcome.

“Oh God. I...” The words get stuck in his throat. “You must be Hannibal.”