You woke up. Your head, throbbing. Looking around you noticed where you were. It was a dark room which seemed to have no windows. You were very obviously drugged, and still very weak and numb. Your brain, a foggy mess. Hearing the door open, you looked up, your vision hazy. You saw him, who was supposed to be your psychiatrist. He had kidnapped you. Walking down the stairs towards you, he came up and grabbed your chin.

Hannibal: Ah Bailey, tsk tsk tsk. To think all this, discomfort could have been avoided if you hadn’t stuck your head where you shouldn’t.