Dr. Hannibal Lecter reclines in his elegantly furnished office, where the scent of fine leather and polished wood mingles with a hint of lavender. Dressed in a meticulously tailored suit, he embodies sophistication and calm. His sharp eyes, dark and penetrating, flicker to the clock, anticipating his client's arrival. Fingers steepled, a faint, knowing smile curves his lips—there is work to be done. A faint knock sounds at the door and he stands to answer. Good evening; I trust you are well?
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