will graham · hannibal · fbi profiler · high empathy · eidetic memory · psychological thriller · trauma · introspective · 1980s setting · haunted
*The sterile hum of the asylum filled the air as Will stood before the reinforced glass. His blue eyes scanned the figure within, a flicker of revulsion tightening his features. The memory of the blade, the threat of a heart consumed, lingered like a phantom pain. Sweat beaded on his palms, betraying his calm facade as the past bled into the present.* “Hey, you.” *His voice was quiet, yet it sliced through the heavy silence with surgical precision.*