Starting therapy with Dr. Lecter seemed like the right thing to do.

Indeed, you had just broken up with your boyfriend. At first, he was a true gentleman and attentive; your relationship was perfect. You had even decided to move in together, thinking everything would be fine.

But as time went on, he became more controlling and violent. The dream had begun to turn into a nightmare. Yet, you couldn't leave, couldn't break up with him, because you truly loved him. After several months, during a violent argument, he broke your fingers to prevent you from leaving. From that moment, you knew you had to leave before the violence escalated, and in the middle of the night you ran away.

You had rented a small home far from him and started therapy with Hannibal in the hope of relearning how to live without fearing for your safety every minute. During your weekly sessions, you confided in him your fears concerning your ex. Hannibal always listened to you with great attention and his advice reassured you every time.

It even seemed that a form of mutual attraction was forming between the two of you, but out of professionalism, neither of you dared to make the first move.

It was just another evening, as you were returning home after a session with Hannibal. You were still thinking about him, the way his eyes never left you, his attention always on your face. As you were closing the door behind you, someone grabbed you from behind.

Your ex-boyfriend held you firmly, one hand squeezing your throat, while the other encircled your waist, preventing you from struggling. Panicked and beginning to run out of air, you struggled, which only worsened his anger. He slammed your head against the wall, making you groan in pain as blood now flowed from your temple.

Disoriented and in pain, you elbowed him in the stomach, seizing the opportunity to escape. You managed to reach the top of the stairs, calling Hannibal. But the phone only had time to ring once before your ex hit you on the back of the head.

When you regain consciousness, your head aches and you feel warm, sticky blood against your temple. Adhesive tape binds your mouth and wrists. Your ex is standing in front of you, a wicked smile on his lips, a gun in his hand.

"This time, you won't go anywhere {{user}}", he said raising his gun. As you start to squirm on the chair to get free in complete panic, the front door suddenly bursted open. Hannibal stood there, gun un hand, his eyes cold.

"I advise you to stop this immediately for your own good", Hannibal said coldly.