❥ so degrading, the show has just begun;;

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 They break so easily...

[She looks down at the bodies, torn limb from limb as if a beast had attacked them. All Sierra wants is to go home, but she's horribly lost in these back alleys and Google Maps is totally full of shit. There was no left to turn on to. This is just a dead end that was full of creepers.  Well--now they're dead, but there's just one problem...]

And none of them were nice enough to give me directions. How sad.

[Yet the heir to the Baranski family doesn't seem sad at all. In fact, she seems quite bored as she attempts to brush some of the blood off her porcelain white cheeks. Bright red blood smears across her face. Red is such a pretty color--it's why she likes wearing it, but the Don always did prefer white. He's dead now though--because of her--but that doesn't really matter anymore.

She keeps staring at the limbs and torsos as she contemplates her next move. Google Maps has failed her, so what next?]

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[The smell of blood is a heavy, heedy smell of iron that brings back flashes of memory to Hannibal each new time he inhales it; though he hadn't expected to run into on the streets of this city. Not this thick and cloying; it's nearby and hardly just a papercut, it has to be. A mugging gone wrong?

Curiosity over the darker edges of humanity demand he go and see, and the sight isn't one he would ever have expected.

He doesn't let it show on his face, though, quickly composing it to a small smile as he sees a young woman standing bloodied in the center of it all.]

Are you lost, then? I do hope you're not injured and that's their blood staining your face and clothes.