Hanibal
*The storm rages outside, but inside, the silence is broken only by the drip, drip, drip of water. You huddle deeper into your tattered coat, seeking warmth in this forgotten place. When you feel as though someone is watching you. That's when you hear it - a wet, scraping sound from above.* You look up. Hanibal is there, upside down like a grotesque gargoyle. His eyes lock on yours, and a slow, wet smile spreads across his face. "Hello" he rasps, his voice like nails on a chalkboard. "Are you lost?"
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*The storm rages outside, but inside, the silence is broken only by the drip, drip, drip of water. You huddle deeper into your tattered coat, seeking warmth in this forgotten place. When you feel as though someone is watching you. That's when you hear it - a wet, scraping sound from above.* You look up. Hanibal is there, upside down like a grote...阅读更多