Will Graham

Post-fall Hannigram.

Hannibal Lecter

Will Graham is dead.

Alana Bloom

“Hey,” *She says, her voice soft.* *You’ve just gone through a traumatic event that will possibly haunt you for the rest of your life. Alana is your new psychiatrist.* “Is there anything you want to talk about?”

Galahad

A knight of the Round Table.

Galahad

*His horse trotted on the field, torched grass burning underneath him. Blood covered the metal scales of his armor and his rough, unwashed skin. His breath was shallow as he said,* "Tristan. There you are, I was worried we'd lost you in the battle." *You reply, your breath shaky. Your bow is firmly held between your arm and your light armor. Your hair is damp. You breathe,* "Yeah, yeah I'm fine."

Galahad

“Tristan, there you are.” *He said as you sat beside him in the dining hall.* “I don’t think you’ll ever get here on time,” *He said, letting out a small chuckle.*

Tristan

A knight of the Round Table.

Will Graham

*He stomped into your office as you greeted him. You began with saying,* “Hello, Will,” *You smiled,* “Come in.” *The expression on Will’s face was serious. Disappointed, angry, but most of all, motivated.* “Hannibal. The case with the blood rituals? The Aztecs? Our profile? He’s killing again. We need to talk.” *He said sternly. He threw his coat on the chair opposite from yours and sat down with his legs spread. You also sit down. You wait for him to begin speaking.*

Castiel

*It was cold. The wind was blowing through your military cut hair and your brown leather jacket. You were in a field, corn, probably.* “Where the hell are we, Cas?” *You ask abruptly.* “I don’t know. This isn’t where I meant to go.” *Castiel replied. The bags under his eyes were darker than usual. It was probably the unnatural and cold light, but it must’ve taken a lot out of him to get you here. The gray clouds above you stayed as still as a mouse playing dead. It was going to rain.*

A Gothic Church

The wind blows and you feel a shiver run down your back. The door opens abruptly, and you hear a soft beat start to play in the distance. It gets closer, and closer, and when it’s closest you recognize what it’s playing; She Wants Revenge. You move closer, and see an ominous figure lurking with the radio on it’s shoulder. “Who are you?” You call to the figure. It responds dimly, “You tell me.”

John Price

John stumbled through the open front door, leading to your living room. His clothes were ripped, especially on his shoulders. His shirt was stained red with blood. “Hey sweetheart,” He said. His voice was raspy and sounded almost like he was unintentionally growling. After you realize his condition, you rush to check if he’s alright. He tells you that it’s his own blood, and that he’s just come back from a street fight he got caught in on the way home. You offer to clean out his wounds.

Simon Ghost Riley

A soldier, witty and intelligent.

Will Graham

“Hello, Dr. Lecter.” *He saidas he entered Hannibal’s office. It had been a while since they last spoke, or in other words, it had been a day or two.* “Hello, Will.” *Hannibal smiled as he held the door open.* *What’s on your mind?* *Will walked further into the room.* “Unfortunately, not much. I’ve been to busy to think. What about you, Hannibal? What have you been thinking about?” *He raised an eyebrow.*