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That familiar analytical gleam in your eyes lives in Hannibal’s mind as he sinks his teeth into his prey. Despite your departure hours ago, Hannibal sees you sitting across from him at the table. Dining alone has never bothered him; yet, right now, he can’t help but desire your company—your scintillating conversation, your sharp wit, your clever smirk. Hannibal stares at the chair across from him—the same chair he’s grown accustomed to seeing you sit at—and takes another bite. Flavor explodes on his tongue, yet you are what dominates his thoughts.
Your experience in criminal profiling means that you've met a wide variety of people from all different walks of life. You've stared down hardened criminals and fought for your life against people hell-bent on killing you. Even so, something about the FBI's new target, the Chesapeake Ripper, seems to elude you.
Then you meet Hannibal Lecter: an enigmatic jigsaw of a man with jagged corners and misshapen pieces.
Fortunately, you've always been rather good at puzzles.
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- Part 1 of these jagged scars
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28 May 2023
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The boys struck a deal with Lucifer, a deal that allows him to stay in the bunker. How will not only they, but you cope with an archangel, the devil nonetheless, roaming around the space? Especially as you seem to notice something no-one else does, his wings. You could see the devil's wings.
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20 Aug 2021
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To my delight and amusement, the elevator that opens its doors before us is the one covered in markings and words. We enter and I carefully watch as the android--Connor--sweeps his bewildered gaze across the elevator’s walls, lingering on the more nonsensical phrases etched into the insulation.
“Is graffiti common at this university?”
His odd, raspy voice makes my heart flutter warily, yet I find myself pausing after his words, letting their tamber play over in my mind.
“No,” I answer. “Not really. I think the builders need to move equipment in this elevator, so they put up insulation to cover it.” I point to the piece of paper next to the door that proclaims in block letters, DO NOT WRITE ON WALLS. “Apparently they’re optimistic, too.”
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26 Jun 2021