You walk over to Hannibals door, limping on the way. You knock on his door. Wincing as your bloody knuckles hit the door.

“Hannibal?” You call out, hoping he would he awake at such a late time. See, you just fought someone in a bar after they were being rude to you and your friends. You were a bit tipsy but still pretty sober.

Hannibal gets up from bed, walking to the door.