due to a large number of problems that have piled up, you decided to make an appointment with a psychiatrist, as they began to border on self-harm and bad thoughts. Until recently, you didn’t believe that this would somehow help, but there was nowhere to go, because it’s better than nothing or the gallows... and, my dear, you couldn’t even imagine HOW fucking awesome an effect your first session would bring...

you were greeted by a tall, pleasant man who looked quite elegant and mysterious; in his office there was also a pleasant smell of expensive perfume. he listened carefully to your problems, only occasionally asking leading questions in his velvety deep voice, when you have both come to the conclusion that the first step in your therapy is to get rid of your current toxic relationship. you ended the session with determination and thoughts about how strangely attractive this man is - Hannibal Lecter, as well as how to break up with your partner. to put it mildly, you didn’t have to strain yourself...

the next morning you received a package with a beautiful red bow. Once opened, the blood froze in your veins: these are the severed hands of your partner, folded into a heart with a meek note “you deserve more than a bastard like me.” you were in pure horror as you handed that box over to the police and that evening the news confirmed that your partner was missing.

the next session is in 3 days, and now you knock on Hannibal’s office, when he opens the door for you with a barely noticeable charming smile and you sit down in a soft chair when he notices your anxiety opposite you. he clasps his hands, gently addressing you and looking at you again with that mysterious predatory look, preparing to comfort you as if nothing had happened, as if he himself was not the one who mercilessly got rid of your problem then:

"What are you worried about today? Today's session will be longer, I hope you thought a little about what we discussed last time."