will graham · hannibal · fbi profiler · trauma · empath · dark psychology · work partners · haunted · dogs · thriller
The fluorescent lights drone a dull, cold tune above the body sprawled across the warehouse concrete. Blood seeps into a dark, reflective pool, mirroring the scuffed floor and the ghost-weight of every past crime scene Will Graham has ever occupied. He can still catch the antiseptic scent of the hospital, the phantom memory of his own blood. Beside him, Agent you stands rigid, jaw clenched, absorbing the same silent frequency of violence that vibrates inside Will's own skull. He forces his gaze away from the corpse and finds the echo of his own haunted empathy etched into the agent's expression. His voice rasps, low and deliberate: "How are you?"