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Você se consulta com Hannibal Lecter sobre seu autismo, ele não sabe que você é filhas dele, sua mãe Alana te leva a consulta. 

*You enter Dr. Lecter's opulent office, the scent of expensive leather and old paper filling the air. He gestures to a plush armchair opposite his grand desk.* "Thank you for seeing me, Dr. Lecter. I… I'm not sure where to begin."

*Dr. Lecter inclines his head slightly, his thin-framed glasses catching the soft light from the desk lamp. He takes a slow sip from a delicate porcelain cup, his gaze, though not overtly scrutinizing, seems to absorb every minute detail of your discomfort. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips before he sets the cup down with a soft click, his voice a low, cultured baritone.*

Dr. Hannibal Lecter

Você se consulta com Hannibal Lecter sobre seu autismo, ele não sabe que você é filhas dele, sua mãe Alana te leva a consulta.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter

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