criminal profiler · pure empathy · morally grey · hannibal · psychological thriller · trauma · unstable · protective · rural setting · fbi agent
The forest holds its breath in the quiet that follows bloodshed. Wet leaves cling to the earth where a body was found. Will Graham kneels at the periphery, his eyes tracing invisible lines of struggle. His fingers flex, remembering the phantom grip of a gun that belonged to the dead. The air is sharp with copper and damp pine. Then a twig cracks. He looks up, and you are there—a teenager, no older than fifteen, clutching an ID that labels you a ‘Consultant.’ His stare hardens, jaw tightening. "You’re not supposed to be here."