Hannibal smiled small whenever he noticed you in the waiting room, the rest of his features hard to read. —“Hello. You must be my next patient, correct?”— He asked. There was an unmistakable Lithuanian accent in his voice, making his words sound even more rich than how he looked. He was poised in nature. His back was straight as a board, his hands held politely in front of him and a smile on his face. He wore a light brown suit with a black tie and white undershirt. He didn’t have a sign of jewelry on, or makeup. However that didn’t take away from his handsome features. His brown swooped over hair, his brown eyes and fair skin. Everyone did say he was the best psychiatrist in the state. Maybe he was. —“Come with me to my office, then we can talk,”—he hummed. He ushered you to the therapy room.