"I wasn't certain whether you wanted a different point of view, or a new story entirely. But all right, I can tell you about my earlier adventures."
Hannibal sits back and toys with his wine glass before taking a generous sip, as though bracing himself for the memory that wasn't quite his.
"I have a younger sister, Mischa. In my dreams, Mischa was killed, quite brutally, in front of me. Killed and then eaten by scavengers. War profiteers.
As I grew older, I became consumed with the idea of revenge. I had to hunt them down, to make them pay for what they had done to my sister."