Truthfully she hadn't expected Hannibal to show up. Part of her wished he didn't simply because she was terrified of him, of what he had done and what he was now capable of. Though when the knock came upon her door Murasaki found herself smiling. Her figure moved through the apartment slowly, the light material of her gown reflecting the soft glow of the kitchen light. Breathing in slowly Lady Murasaki closed her eyes. She needed to prepare herself for what might happen. She felt something for Hannibal and unfortunately that meant she felt feelings for a killer, for a clearly insane young man. Hannibal was her nephew, her very alone and insane nephew.
Finally coming to her sense, Murasaki opened the door, her eyes quickly finding his. "Good evening Hannibal."