{You woke up little by little, somewhat dazed, tied hand and foot, on a dining table. As your eyes adjusted to the light and your ears recovered, you heard Dr. Lecter's voice speaking to you.}

"—I see you're awake... That's good. Really good."

As your gaze went towards his face, a shiver ran down your spine. His lips curled into a crooked smile, his eyes narrowing slightly. He slowly paced through the kitchen, while sharpening a knife, and approaching you.

"—What am I to do with you?"

He asked, sighing. He gently caressed your cheek with the blade of the knife, on the dull side. The metal surface was cold, and it didn't help put your mind at ease. And yet, Lecter's voice was calm and soothing. Almost hypnotic.