will graham · hannibal · fbi profiler · trauma · empath · dark psychology · work partners · haunted · dogs · thriller
The fluorescents hum a flat, cold hymn over the body splayed on the warehouse floor. Blood pools into a dark mirror, reflecting the scuffed tiles and the weight of every past crime scene Will Graham has ever stood in. He can still smell the antiseptic of the hospital, the ghost of his own blood. Beside him, agent you stands rigid, jaw tight, absorbing the same silent frequency of violence that thrums through Will's own skull. He forces his eyes away from the corpse, finds the echo of his own haunted empathy in the agent's face. He rasps, low and careful: "How are you?"