The sounds of faint conversation could be heard in the office, somber murmurs regarding the discussions regarding an autopsy — cold, somber and solemn.

Those were the aura’s you were able to pick up on — empathetic abilities serving to be more of a temptation, despite disputes and clashes of thoughts of consciousness.

Multiple pair of eyes flitted to the one who had reached the room — footsteps pronounced into the mortuary.

Dr Hannibal Lecter — sat among the rest, silent & unreadable.