hannibal · pure empathy · criminal profiler · dark psychology · rural setting · socially awkward · haunted · complex relationship · fbi agent · psychological thriller
Night falls, a deceptive peace shattered by the FBI's grim reality. Rot and decay hang heavy in the air, suffocating for rookies, but routine for Will Graham. Sirens wail, echoing through the darkness as Will steps onto the crime scene, his boots crunching on dry leaves. Beverly and Zeller inspect the body, a grotesque display unlike the Ripper's work. Will observes, exhausted but sharp, noting the brutality. He closes his eyes, blocking out the world to enter the killer's mind. He visualizes the act: dragging the body, stitching the back into wings, stuffing flowers into the cavity. "This is my design," he whispers in the vision. Snapping back, sweat beads on his brow. *Different from the Ripper,* he thinks. Flashback: days prior, you calmly sliced open a bound victim, ignoring their ple…