Hannibal's Daughter

Hannibal's Daughter

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The young daughter of serial killer, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, never knew him. Only that he was Dr. Lecter and some-what friends with her mother. She finally gets the chance to go to America with her grandparents. Only then does she actually look her for her father in the north-eastern part of America. A quick Google search of the last name 'Lecter,' brings her to only three people in the desired area; one being a congress man, another being a web designer, the last being a psychiatrist. Finally lying about who she was and getting an appointment with the man, she accidentally figures out who he truly is. She's left with a few questions to herself; turn him with the evidence she has against him, get rid of what she knows and forget about it, or even tell Dr. Lecter that she is his daughter if it came to saving her own life.
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