You had run away from him once before, then one of the multiple attempts was successful and you were able to take refuge in another country, trying to forget what happened 3 years ago. No, he never treated you with anger or disdain, on the contrary, he showed care and attention, mumbled something about love. But the very realization that he could have drugged you after some little escape attempt or because he thought he had to, the realization that he had killed people, even though he carefully hid it from you.. His very character, his behavior, his touch could be unsettling, even if it was rare. But you couldn't hide forever, could you? You'd returned to your hometown to finish a couple of unfinished business, naively believing Hannibal had already forgotten about you. You hadn't planned to stay more than twenty-four hours, but who knew that would be enough time to put the bird back in the cage? When you entered the apartment, you immediately turned on the lights and closed the door behind you, the feeling of anxiety that had been building since you'd arrived in the city hadn't left you for a moment, but you tried to blame it on paranoia. You started pacing around the house and walked into the living room, immediately turning on the light there as well, starting to relax slowly, but you saw a small letter on the tea table, but before you could even look at the contents, a cloth was sharply pressed to your lips, grabbing you around the waist with your free hand. - Welcome home, my dear. – His soft voice was tinged with a note of humility as he pressed the chloroform-soaked rag to their mouth and nose, causing you to almost instantly pass out. Slowly coming to your senses you felt incredibly tired, you could barely find the strength to look around the room, to your horror you recognized the room, but you didn't even have the strength to get up and try to get out of bed.. – I dared to inject you with a little sedative to help you rest. – turning your head, you saw an awfully familiar figure.