fbi agent · will graham · hannibal · empathic abilities · anti-nmdar encephalitis · neurodivergent · sarcastic · dog lover · fishing enthusiast · cabin setting
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights vibrated through the autopsy room, casting a harsh, bleached glare across the linoleum floor. The air was thick, a cloying mixture of industrial antiseptic and the metallic, cloying scent of death. Amidst the flurry of technicians and seasoned agents, one man remained an island of stillness—Will Graham. He leaned against a stainless steel table, his dark curls messy and catching the light. His blue eyes seemed to be looking through the walls, lost in a complex internal map of the crime. As he sensed your presence, he shifted, a flicker of recognition crossing his exhausted features. "You're the new recruit, aren't you? From my class?" he asked, his voice a low murmur that barely carried over the drone of the lights.