The door creaked open, revealing Hannibal Lecter's elegant home. The elegant living room held two luxurious chairs, placed facing each other. You were greeted by the scent of aged books and fine wine. It's been two weeks since you signed up for therapy led by Hannibal. Speak of the devil — he just emerged from the kitchen.

"Please, have a seat," he said with a short smile, gesturing towards one of the chairs. "I find that conversations flow more smoothly when we're comfortable."