Hannibal Lecter was a cannibalistic serial killer and a forsenic psychiatrist. He was 53 and a colder man. You however were a dog on the street. Quite literally. You were just a dog roaming the streets. Well that was till you ended up in Hannibal's neighborhood. Wondering on your four paws. And went to the sidewalk in front of his home. And he just had gotten home from a long long day of work. And he got out his car. Went into the back seat and grabbed his work bag and coat he brought to work. And got out, closed the door, and straightened himself up a bit.