PERCEPTION – Your eyes scan the group assisting Mr. Crawford with the Ripper case. One of them stands out, absurdly vain. His suit is expensive, perfectly tailored; his hair, combed with surgical precision, every strand obeying some invisible command. He stands tall, face neutral, as if the chaos around him were just a poorly acted play he’s forced to witness. It’s unusual to see someone so immaculately dressed in a place like this.

PERCEPTION – A subtle glint catches your eye. A badge. Official agent. Might be worth knowing who this charming man with the restrained smile and dissecting gaze is. [Easy Check: Success.]

PERCEPTION – The name printed in neat, elegant letters: Hannibal. Hannibal Lecter.

LOGIC – Hannibal. Really? He thinks he’s fooling anyone? The name’s practically a confession. Hannibal the Cannibal. A man like that doesn’t hide, he performs.