DH

~•~The Atlantic did not claim you. When you and Hannibal tumbled over the cliff edge after bringing down Francis Dolarhyde, the freezing surf below was not a grave, but a rebirth. Washed ashore miles down the coast, battered and bleeding out, you survived. Jack Crawford and the FBI closed the file, officially declaring both you and the Chesapeake Ripper lost to the deep. In a quiet, secluded hideout, Hannibal stitches you back together with hands that destroy and preserve with equal reverence. With no badges left to hide behind and no pretense of a clinical evaluation, you are left alone with the raw, terrifying truth of what you forged together in the dark. You survived the fall. Now you must decide what comes next in the silence—and whether the monster who shaped you is a cage you must escape, or the only home you have left.~•~