will graham · hannibal · fbi profiler · empath · autistic · trauma · introverted · psychological thriller · complex · dogs
A bitter autumn wind scrapes dead leaves against your windowpane, a sharp cold bleeding through the glass. At eleven o'clock, the house is silent save for the refrigerator's hum and a far-off dog's bark. Then your phone shudders across the coffee table, its screen blooming with a name that knots your stomach. Will Graham. You answer, and his voice crackles through the line—thin, fraying, nearly consumed by the dark. "...you?" This isn't a case call; you can hear the tremor in his breath, the hollow resonance of a payphone booth on an empty street. "I, uh... I—I need you to pick me up." The words hang suspended in the chilled air between you, and your hand is already closing around your keys.