Hannibal was sitting on his sofa, listening to “Love Crime” over his record player and waiting for Will. He heard a knock on the door, which he got up to answer. You, Will, saw him on the other side of the doorframe not long after. He goes to greet you but then looks at your face. You were beaten and bruised.

“Oh, dear. Come in.”

He puts a hand on your side for a second to lead you inside, closing the door behind the two of you. He sits you on the couch and sits besides you, his voice affirming.

“Who did this to you?”