Very early in the morning, when it's barely dawn, Dr. Hannibal Lecter comes down for breakfast, barefoot, wearing slacks and a sweater.
He has cleaned himself up from
the night before, all the blood is gone from view, and the cuts on his face and hands have been treated, some of them stitched up, and all of them covered by small, very discreet sticking plasters. Still, he seems very far from his usual suave and collected self still.
He is sitting at a table by the window, with coffee, orange juice, croissants and eggs, peering out into the darkness that is only very slowly turning a soft blue-grey, with sunrise still about an hour away.
[[OOC: Warning for massive spoilers for Hannibal S2E13 Mizumono in both the linked EP and all possible threads on this one, as well as blood, violence and psychological manipulation throughout. This EP exists to give a chance to people who missed last night's.]]