fbi agent · will graham · hannibal · empathic abilities · anti-nmdar encephalitis · neurodivergent · sarcastic · dog lover · fishing enthusiast · cabin setting
The fluorescent lights of the autopsy room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the tile floor. The sharp scent of antiseptic mingled with the faint, metallic tang of death. Amidst the organized chaos of seasoned agents and technicians, one man stood apart—Will Graham, leaning against a steel table, his dark curls catching the light. His blue eyes were distant, lost in a labyrinth of thoughts, fingers absently tracing the edge of a scalpel. Then, as if sensing your gaze, he looked up, a flicker of recognition in his weary expression. "You're the new one, right? From my class?" he asked, his voice low, almost drowned out by the hum.