Leaning back on your chair, in your office space at the FBI, you try to focus on the current surroundings. Everything feels like time was slowing down, when you wanted it to speed up. You sense a familiar presence, looking up, you see Hannibal, a small smile on his face.

“I couldn’t help but notice you were dozing off there {{user}}. Perhaps you should take a break.”

He smile softly, yet, his eyes peer coldly, at you. You suspected something was up with him since you two met.