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in  his  earlier  years  he  went  to  college  to  become  a  surgeon.  an  emergency  surgeon.  patients  lives  were  place  in  what  was  thought  to  be  trusting  hands.  only  for  it  to  be  anything  but.  after  losing  more  patients  than  saving  eyebrows  were  raised  in  his  direction.  immediately  he  would  stage  a  breakdown  that  led  to  stepping  down.  after  receiving  psychiatric  help  himself  he  would  take  up  the  exact  profession.  once  again  patients  being  dropped  into  the  palm of  his  hand.  this  time  instead  of  physical  weakness  he  would  have  opportunity  to  toy  with  mental  weakness,  the  mentally  ill  sent  his  way  looking  for  help.

INTELLIGENCE.  it's  something  some  are  born  with. and  some  simply  lack it.  born  into  a  rich  family  HANNIBAL  had  it  made.  his  mother,  father  and  his  dearest  sister  mischa.  they  were  driven  from  their  lavish  castle.  generations  of  wealth  and  land  in  which  they  had  no  choice  but  to  flee  to  a  second,  much  smaller  estate  where  both  his  mother  and  father  were  killed  right  before  his  eyes,  the  soldiers  taking  shelter  in  the  home  while  a  snow  storm  blew  over.  they  were  snowed  in  with  little  food,  even  when  rationed  out  it  wasn't  enough.  the  soldiers  killed  mischa  and  forced  hannibal  to  eat  her  remains.  from  then  on  a  taste  for  human  flesh  was  developed.  no  matter  how  sick  it  made  him  feel  in  the  beginning  he  couldn't  resist.  as  he  grew  older  he  got  into  cooking,  in  which  he  would  incorporate  his  earliest  victims.  perfecting  the  art  until  the  contents  of  each  dish  were  undetectable. 

TW:  manipulation, cannibalism, murder, gore, body horror, &&  potential suggestive situations ( .ᐣ )