Dr. Hannibal Lecter trudged along the airport terminal, gracefully approaching the Arrival hall. He seemed composed for a man who was on his own. Others were ordinarily travelling with partners, and most them were chatting happily around him but he did not pay any attention to any of them. His mind was set. He was here on purposed. He had left blood trails all over the country he last visited and it was about time for him to escape.

This country would be his newest escapade, where Jack Crawford would once more fail to catch him.

Many eyes were ogling him from far. They obviously weren't admiring his tall and handsome physique. It wasn't that rare to find such a nice specimen like him here. They must have been thinking what a crazy man he was for wearing a three-piece suit in a tropical country like this, in the middle of the day, on a Sunday. Once again, he paid them no heed as he made his way to the exit.

His 16-hour flight from Berlin to here should weary him out but he didn't succumb to it. It was like what they said — no rest for the wicked.

As he walked, a flash of a mop of curly head instantaneously stopped him dead on his track. The hand-carry bag he had been holding slipped out of his fingers out of shock. It was a sight that should have not existed anymore.

"…Will?"

The man wasn't that far from him but still out of his reach. He couldn't believe his eyes and he was sure he was currently dreaming. The universe was playing a sick joke on him. There was no way the man that had been haunting his day and night for four years was right there in front of him. This just couldn't be true.

Because Will Graham was dead.

Will Graham had been dead for four years.

They had jumped over the cliff into the Atlantic Ocean together and Will didn't survive the fall. His body was found ashore a few miles away from his own location. His sweet, beautiful Will had capitulated to his injuries mere an hour later when he was brought to the hospital. At least that was what the FBI publicist had told the public. Will didn't die because of the impact of his body hitting the water or being in the cold water for too long, he died because his wounds were fatal.

He had gone to Baltimore, to the FBI's morgue to say his last goodbye to Will. He wouldn't believe the news until he saw the body of his beloved himself. His disguise was so brilliant none of the FBI's agents had noticed him as the Hannibal Lecter when he entered the building. It was truly unfortunate for the ME that had seen through his façade and so the woman was doomed to die.

His hands were badly shaking as he pulled out the mortuary cabinet that had Will's name on the door. He was hoping he wouldn't find anything inside, hoping that it was only a part of Jack Crawford's plan to catch him, knowing that he would do anything to be with Will. But, he wasn't that fortunate this time. Because right there on the tray, lifeless and catatonic, was the one and only — Will Graham.

His sweet Will was pale, and cold to the touch, and bruises scattered all over his pasty face and torso. Noticing that a jagged Y-shape incision had been made, the FBI clearly had performed autopsy on his dear Will's body. It was difficult for him to watch. It obviously wasn't his first time seeing a body undergo autopsy, he had seen plenty when he was a medical student and during his residency at hospitals. Not even once had he felt scared when entering the dissection hall during those times. However, this time, it was unbearable for him because the person on the tray was Will.

His Will.

He had broken down as he ran his fingers along Will's cold skin. The medical examiner did an excellent job cleaning Will. There was no a speck of blood left on him but the scar made by Francis Dolarhyde stood stark against Will's pale cheek. The stab wound on Will's right shoulder, also courtesy of the Dragon had been stitched close, but it would most definitely cause a hideous scar just like the one on the face if only Will had lived.

He was prepared to fix them, he was ready to accept Will with or without all the scars, and he was finally all set to have Will in his life…but the Dragon had taken it all away from him.

If only Francis Dolarhyde was still breathing, he would skin the man alive, and torture him until he was fully satisfied. It would be a slow death for the Great Red Dragon compared to what he and Will had done to him.

It was challenging for him to leave the morgue, to leave Will there all alone but he had been there for over an hour and somebody would probably notice something soon. He didn't care how awkward it must have looked as he lifted the cold figure a little from the equally cold tray, embracing Will's body tightly. This would be the last time he would ever hold his lover in his arms and if he was to be caught, let it be.

He kissed Will's scarred right face and ignored the strange smell of chemical and the iciness of the skin once more. In his imagination, Will was embracing him back with the same amount of pressure. They would hold onto another dearly like they did by the cliff before plunging down into the cold sea. Will's body would feel warm against him, and Will would be smiling with that beautiful smile of his, reserved only for him.

It was the same smile as he had remembered that was currently blinding him in the middle of the busy airport.

The curly haired man was a few feet away from him. He was in a candy shop, smiling as he looked around for sweets and chocolates. The sight left Hannibal frozen in his place. He still couldn't believe his eyes, one hundred percent sure they were deceiving him. His feet involuntarily started to move forward, toward the candy shop where Will's doppelganger was located. His luggage and bag were left forgotten as he followed his heart.

"…Will?" Hannibal croaked. "Will…Graham?"

The man didn't answer but he did turn toward Hannibal, acknowledging his presence. He wasn't smiling anymore but Hannibal did perceive something far more vital, something that sanctioned his mental stability that he wasn't losing his mind, that he was still in fact sane.

The man in front of him had a scar.

An ugly scar on his right cheek.

Hannibal cleared his throat. "Are you…Will Graham?"

The man stared at him, intensely. "Who's asking?"

"I'm…" Hannibal stopped midsentence, swallowing. The man's voice even sounded like Will. These coincidences were too uncanny to be just coincidences. "Don't you remember me, Will?"

"Who are you?" The man frowned, seemingly distraught. "You look…familiar. But I can't…I don't remember you."

"You're real." Hannibal's trembling hand moved to touch the man's face. He gently caressed it and didn't the miss the way the man — Will leaned into his touch.

"Do we know…each other?" Will blinked, his long eyelashes made him appear younger at that very moment.

"In another life, yes." Hannibal murmured. His gaze was solely on Will, never wanting to look away. "But you're here now, good Will. I'll never let you out of my sight ever again."

"For some unknown reason, I do feel connected to you." Will said slowly with a frown, pulling away from Hannibal. "But it doesn't change the fact that I don't know you. I'm sorry, I…I gotta go."

"Will…" Hannibal reached out a hand to stop him but he didn't move nevertheless from his spot. He was once again immobile when he saw Will was approaching a man and gave the man a side hug once he reached him. The man was evidently a local judging from his skin color, hair color, and his height. Asian men were well-known to have smaller size after all.

Will glanced at Hannibal as he walked away without saying anything. The guy next to him was oblivious to what was happening, smoothly taking Will's small luggage and began making a conversation.

"When life becomes maddeningly polite, think about me. Think about me, Will. Don't worry about me." Hannibal muttered loud enough for Will to hear. It was his last resort to hang onto Will.

Will immediately stopped walking. He turned to look at Hannibal, eyes wide. His fists were clenching and unclenching at his sides, an indication that he was distraught. Hannibal knew the sign all too well to be fooled by him. He had been Will's psychiatrist and friend for years after all. He was hopeful when his eyes were locked with Will. Will appeared reluctant to leave but he wasn't eager to come to him either so Hannibal just stood there, waiting. He was done manipulating the curly haired man long ago. Will was never his enemy, he was his equal all along. Thus this time, he let Will to make his own decision.

And he was beyond heartbroken when instead of coming to him, Will chose to leave.

William Graham didn't utter a single word during his journey from the airport to his house. He had noticed his companion had glanced at him worriedly multiple times throughout the drive but the man didn't say anything either and Will truly appreciated the kind gesture. Oliver was kind enough to pick him up at the airport and the last thing he wanted to do was snubbing the man, but he got too many things on his mind at present. He fixed his gaze outside, watching uninterestedly at the oil palm plantations as deterrence because he didn't want to make any conversation with Oliver. His mind was too preoccupied to say anything coherent.

Once the car was parked in front of the huge mansion, he didn't wait any second longer to step out of the car. Although he felt suffocated, desperate to be alone as soon as possible, he did succeed hiding his emotion inconspicuously in front of Oliver. He didn't want him to feel offended by his behavior, knowing he already owed the man too much to be disrespectful. Using jet lag as an excuse, he was able to send Oliver on his way mere minutes later without any objection. Once Oliver was out of sight, with a sigh, he unlocked the front door.

"Will, you're back!" A cheery, feminine voice greeted Will as he stepped inside the huge mansion.

"Hi, Alana." Will gave the woman in front of him a tight smile. Of course Alana would be waiting for him. He had called her the moment his plane landed after all.

Alana Bloom's smile vanished seeing Will's condition. He might simply look exhausted to others but after years of friendship, years of knowing the true Will Graham, she could sense something was wrong with him. He seemed distraught. "Will, you look pale. Are you alright?"

Will nodded and rubbed his face. "I'm just tired. Jet lag, perhaps."

Not taking that as a legitimate answer, Alana began scrutinizing Will. "Will, it was a domestic flight from Terengganu and it only took an hour or so. Please don't use desynchronosis as an excuse. Tell me what's going on."

Will sighed. When Alana had used medical jargon in a conversation, she certainly meant business. He wanted to be alone but he knew Alana was adamant until he told her what was on his mind. Sometimes he did regret living with Alana. This was one of those days where he wished he had a house of his own. "Where's Margot—"

"She took the kids to a birthday party." Alana answered nonchalantly.

"Why didn't you go with them?" Will quickly asked, attempting to change the subject.

"Don't change the subject, Will Graham." Came Alana fast reply, already knew Will's plan. "Tell me."

"I met a man." Will finally decided to spill the beans to Alana as he walked to the living room.

"In Terengganu?" Alana frowned, walking next to Will. "I thought you and Oliver—"

"There's nothing going on with me and Oliver. We're just friends, nothing more." Will affirmed and sat on a plush leather couch.

Alana sat beside Will and crossed her legs to get comfortable. "I don't think he knows that, Will. He has feelings for you. The fact that you two have been sleeping together recurrently doesn't help the matters in hand."

Will rolled his eyes. "The term for that is friends with benefits, Alana. And it simply to fulfill his and mine physical and biological needs, that's all. Besides, I have too many baggages to start a relationship and commitment."

Alana nodded in understanding but there was sadness in her eyes. "You deserve to be happy, Will. Don't let the past pulls you back."

Will let out a small, humorless chuckle. "It's easy for you to say. You didn't lose more than half of your memories."

"The doctor did say you'll most likely get them back eventually." Alana said softly, tenderly caressing Will's face.

She and Will had always been close, too close for some people's liking it seemed. They had thought she and Will was an item. When they had learned that she was married to Margot, they began to think that she, Margot, and Will were in an open relationship due to their intimacy with one another. All three of them were also living in the same house, which made the gossip become worst. If she had told them about their history, it would only make it more complicated for them to understand. It would be hard to explain that she and Will previously had feelings for each other but she had rejected him, or the fact that Margot her wife, was once pregnant with Will's child. It was undeniably easier if they didn't know anything at all.

Nonetheless, she did care about Will. Both she and Margot did. That was why they brought him with them, stay with them, to keep him safe, to care for him, and most importantly to take him far away from the gruesome town all of them had once called home.

Will on the other hand went stiff when Alana caressed his face. Usually it brought him comfort but not today. Not when earlier event was still fresh on his mind. Instead of Alana's soft hand, he felt like the hand belonged to the man at the airport. The soft hand suddenly felt big and calloused to him, definitely not fitted for a petite woman like Alana. He hated that he felt hopeless like right now, he hated to live in the shadow of his former self, and he absolutely hated he couldn't find comfort anymore.

"Will?" A voice called out. "Will!"

Will blinked open his eyes to see Alana's worried face. Both of her hands were secured at the sides of his face. He didn't even realize he had closed his eyes shut. Now that his eyes were opened, he also realized he was trembling. It wasn't a seizure, but his whole body was definitely quivering as if he was cold.

"Will, look at me." Alana's tone was pleading. She was afraid Will might be having an episode which hadn't happened in years.

Will looked up and met Alana's eyes. "The guy…he knows me, Alana."

"What guy, Will?" Alana stroked Will's hair in an attempt to calm him.

"The guy at the airport." Will concluded, heaving a deep breath. "He touched me like you did. He said he knew me. He even knew my name."

"Will…" Alana sounded hesitant. She herself had begun trembling slightly. "What else can you tell me about this man?"

Will sluggishly blinked a few times. "He was tall…maybe the same height as Jack. He had…his blonde hair had started to gray a bit and…and his accent. He had a weird accent when he talked. It's not the native accent, Alana. He's not local."

Alana was pale as milk hearing Will's revelation. She could guess who exactly Will had described. The thought of that man was alive and was already here in this country made her heart beat faster, too fast. They had been living in fear for years. They had tried to live a normal life, blocking away all their memories of him from their mind that was haunting them when they were awake, when they were asleep. She often thought what would happen when he would eventually find them someday. That horrendous thought was only a fragment of idea, it wasn't supposed to become a reality.

They had left everything behind, had run and hid away but it seemed like it wasn't enough because he had returned.

She needed some fresh air but she couldn't let Will know how shaken up she was. Will could never know the truth. When Will had woken up from coma, and had no recollection of what had happened, zero memories regarding his life, it was actually a blessing to all of them, especially to Jack who had been overwhelmed with guilt. Although it was painful when Will didn't even recognize her, the slowly building friendship during his recovery was worth it.

She was afraid of the fate of her family and she also worried about Will. What would this mean for Will? Even without his memories of him, he was distraught enough when he had met the man. What would happen when Will ultimately got his memories back?

"Will, why don't you lie down for a bit?" Alana suggested, smiling at Will. She hoped the smile didn't seem faked. "You'll feel better after you wake up, I promise."

Will simply nodded and Alana gracefully stood from the couch, giving space for Will to get comfortable. Will did look weary and when he didn't protest Alana's suggestion really showed how truly awful he must have been feeling. Within seconds, Will was sound asleep on the couch. He was undoubtedly physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted for the day. Alana noticed he kind of looked younger when he slept and she hoped nothing would disturb that somewhat peaceful slumber.

Alana snatched her phone on the console table and strode to the large floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the scenery as she contemplating her decision. It might be nothing. Perhaps Will had met the wrong guy but she certainly couldn't take any risks. Will himself was declared to be dead thus, there was a possibility that he was back from the dead as well. Taking a deep breath, she pressed the digits on her phone and made a call. Her call was instantly picked up by the person on the other line.

"Jack, we got a problem." Alana said breathlessly.

"Hannibal Lecter is alive." Alana hastily continued. "And he's here."

Hannibal had been following Will from the airport. He had rented a car in haste in order to catch up with Will, causing him to get a yellow Perodua Myvi as a rental which was too small for his physique. It was admittedly a long journey from the airport to Will's residence, taking roughly forty-five minutes and despite not knowing the route at all, he was adamant to follow the black sedan. When the car had stopped in front of a brown and cream colored mansion, he had been surprised. Will was not the type to live in a place like this particularly since he was living alone. So it was either Will had a great job that paid him well, or he had a different sense of taste now.

The possibility that the man might not be Will all along had never crossed his mind. His instinct had never been wrong before and there were also too many resemblances to think otherwise.

Watching the other man who had picked Will from the airport flirting with his beloved turned him into a green eyed monster. He had prepared meticulous plans in his mind on how he would kill the man simply because he was touching Will. He needed to teach the man a lesson that Will was his, and his only. He was somewhat proud when Will had disregarded the man and asked him to leave before walking inside the house. He was undeniably quite apprehensive when he had lost sight of Will the moment his beloved stepped inside the huge mansion. But his apprehensiveness didn't last long when he noticed Will mere minutes later sitting on the leather couch near the floor-to-ceiling window. With the curtains were drawn opened, he could see clearly inside from the outside, stealthily observing from his rental car.

But what he saw next had left him winded, eyes wide.

To say Hannibal Lecter was angry was clearly an understatement. He was actually beyond furious. His knuckles had turned white as he firmly gripped the steering wheel of his car in rage. Finding out that Alana Bloom was involved in this scheme had made him absolutely livid. He didn't like to be deceived. That was the utmost betrayal in his dictionary.

"Oh, Alana." Hannibal said grimly, his eyes twinkling with malice. "You have seen nothing yet."