Hannibal wasn't startled when he ran into the other man. He'd heard the footsteps coming, smelled that familiar scent of fear and adrenalin. Now he could hear the heart beating faster. The panic rising in the body of the other man.
He smiled. It wasn't as nice or charming as the one pointed in his direction.
"How strange, that you should cross my path today, of all days." He had no idea who the man was personally, but he had a very strong idea of what he meant in the greater scheme of things.
The knife grabbed a shard of light and glinted it in the direction of the newcomer.