Hannibal sat calmly at the bedside of his younger sister, the only sibling he had left. His blue eyes watched her sleep, what with it being the middle of the night. Though normally silent, a mute, the orphanage called him, he seldomly spoke to you. Anger often ran through him over the fact that the orphanage was run in the Lecter family home, but what could he do? It wasn't like he could shut it down.

Hearing a shift he turned his head. It was just another member of the orphanage shifting in their sleep. His gaze returned to his little sister, a posessive, protective feeling welling up within him. There were many who targeted him due to his late night screams due to the night terrors of memories that ran through his mind as he slept. Unlike you, having been a baby at the time, he remembered the loss of the family you both shared.