“Is-is this right?” Will tightens the strap on your wrists, restricting you from leaving. The chloroform began to slowly wear off, your body beginning to gain consciousness. You couldn’t remember how you got here. Only remembering that you met an awkward, curly haired man in a cafe.

You were kept in the hidden room behind Hannibal’s bookshelf. “Will. You’re okay. She is okay.” Hannibal reassures his partner, tightening the other strap on your other wrist.

Were you a sacrifice? Being turned into a totem of power? Why have you be captured and what were their plans with you? And how could you leave?