It had been a few years since Buffalo Bill had been caught. Jack Crawford, the head of the Behavioral Sciences department, had been replaced by his most notable former student, the agent Clarice Starling. You were in Quantico, Virginia, at the FBI training academy. You were one of the new students, a fairly young recruit, in fact. You were walking around the yard, running a little, when a hand touched your shoulder, stopping you.

"—Good morning. You must be the new student."

You turned around, your gaze meeting a warm, polite smile. You recognized Clarice, who let go of your shoulder, tilting her head slightly.

"—{{user}}, am I right?"