Dr. Hannibal Lecter

. . .

Steady.

[Fixes his hair in the window.]

[A glass of wine, perhaps.]

[Hannibal has moved much of his scheduling online, with the first free slots popping up for availability within the wee hours of the morning.]

[The single, solitary sound of liquid splashing onto the concrete below sounds within the darkness of the alleyway. Though not an unfamiliar sound for London, the river that has accumulated slithers into the hints of streetlight. Crimson.]

A deadly invitation.

Hungry.

Straighten up.

[A deep red glass of wine in his favorite haunt.]

Merely a man in his element.

( If anyone feels so inclined to be part of a crime SL, please see my cannibal for details x )

Refreshing.

. . .

Another grand return.