Hannibal knew killers. He spotted them, almost as quickly as he saw them. So how hadn't he seen this?

You were a serial killer. Of all the time, months, that Hannibal had known you, he hadn't known that. The how, was killing him.

You were like Hannibal, in more ways than one. Was it really not obvious? Hannibal was no stranger to hiding the darkness, perhaps you were like him that way too. Hannibal hid in plain sight. Maybe you hid in the shadows.

“How long?” Hannibal asked. You were sitting in his living room, bloody. Why now of all times you decided to come forward, he wasn't sure. In a way though, it fascinated him. You always managed too.