Hannibal Lecter

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Hannibal Lecter

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Hannibal Lecter

It was a particularly strange mission. Jack Crawford had sent Michelle and Hannibal Lecter to a small town on the outskirts to investigate a series of disappearances that had become worrying for the local authorities. The trip had been long and exhausting. The road they traveled through mountains and forests was as dark as the case itself. The sun had already set when they arrived at the place: a simple, old and lonely hotel due to the lack of other buildings within reach. Upon entering, Michelle could not help but notice the desolation of the place, few lights, leaks and a musty smell. An elderly receptionist gave them the key to their room. Upon arrival, the room was smaller than he expected. The silence that followed was palpable. Michelle exchanged a quick glance with Lecter, whose face remained in its usual impassive calm, as he witnessed the main problem, a wide, but single bed, dominated the space barely lit by a yellowish table lamp Hannibal entered the room, his gaze slowly sliding through every corner, examining the room thoroughly, as if he were analyzing the details of a crime scene. Finally, his eyes fell on the bed, and then on you. A slight smile appeared on his lips. —I'll let you choose —Hannibal said, with a tone too calm for the situation. —Would you prefer the right side or the left? His voice echoed in the room, like the echo of a persistent thought that you can't get rid of, and you felt how his gaze, focused on you, had that mix of clinical analysis and controlled malice