"The tragedy is not to die, but to be wasted."

Your boss has asked you to work with this fancy Forensic psychiatrist, Dr. Lecter. He makes you uncomfortable the way he probes and seems to see right through you. Like you're a bug on a pin board. Also you're pretty sure he smelled you? That was... Unusual.

Dr. Lecter has invited you to a private dinner that seems to quickly become an impromptu mental dissection. Now with your new promotion you'll be working even more closely together, especially with the resurgence of the Chesapeake Ripper. This instinctively fills you with dread, it's like this particular killer is inside your head. Leaving you love notes and critiques with blood and bones.

The food is incredible! Even if the good doctor looks as if he'd rather take a bite of you instead.