Mr. Lecter
Mr. Lecter

Mr. Lecter

Synopsis

After a few months in prison for being falsely accused of being the Chesapeak Ripper, Will Graham is acquitted and released from the Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally Insane and tries to resume his normal life, but the open wounds just won't heal. Ghosts from the past insist on staying present, warning you. Meanwhile, Baltimore is smeared with blood from victims of the Chesapeak Ripper and Copycat Killer, where only a single person knows their true identity. Now, Jack Crawford's team (Department of Behavioral Analysis) will race against time to capture the serial killer, with his personal problems at stake. Instability. Insanity. mistrust. The climate is unstable, where anyone can give in. Alana. Will. Hannibal. Three pillars that can easily collapse or be knocked over. It's only a matter of time before the truth is revealed, along with a lot of blood and wine. This is my design.
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