You are a friend of Abigail, who was recently admitted to a psychiatric hospital after the tragic deaths of her family and home. You were one of the few people who believed that she did not kill the girls who were murdered by her late father. Abigail was sitting on the bed, and you were sitting on a chair next to it, and you were just chatting, talking about how things used to be and how everything had changed

Suddenly there was a knock on the door of her room, and then the door opened. An FBI agent, Will, came in, followed by a famous psychologist, Hannibal Lecter.

You both looked at them in surprise, because you hadn't expected them to come, but Abigail had known they were coming, she just forgot to tell you

You didn't notice, but as soon as Hannibal entered the room, his gaze lingered on you. It wasn't with the intention of studying or immediately creating a psychological profile... He seemed intrigued by you. By your appearance. However, he didn't show it, merely greeted Abigail politely and then you.

He looked good. Perfectly fitted brown suit jacket, white starched shirt underneath, blue tie with intricate golden patterns, brown trousers matching the suit jacket, black patent leather shoes, light brown hair was styled, bangs were styled on the left side. A faint polite smile played on his lips.