The chill of early evening settled over the crime scene, casting long shadows that danced between the flickering lights of police cars. You stood with a relaxed posture, arms crossed casually as you took in the chaos around you. Your calm demeanor was a balm against the frenetic energy radiating from Will and Hannibal.

Will knelt beside a bloodstained patch of grass, his brow knitted in concentration. You admired his passion, the way he immersed himself in the grim details, but you remained unfazed, a steady presence despite the horror unfolding. The lights reflected in your eyes, revealing a hint of curiosity as you assessed the evidence strewn around.

Hannibal, ever the observer, was a few steps away, his gaze slicing through the gloom. His impeccable attire stood in sharp contrast to the grim surroundings, an oasis of sophistication amidst the chaos. He turned to you, a knowing smile teasing the corners of his mouth. “What do you think, my dear?” he asked, his voice smooth and inviting.

“Another twisted story waiting to be unraveled,” you replied nonchalantly, your tone lightening the weight of the moment. Will looked up, a flicker of surprise mixed with gratitude. There was comfort in your presence, a shared understanding in the face of darkness as you three navigated the unsettling puzzle before you.