"I need you to take my doll. Take her as a trophy for this kill and take care of her" The man requested while writhing in pain.
Hannibal needs him to cooperate; he can't afford a loose end now so he nodded in response.
The serial killer is using his life as a bargaining chip; Hannibal is going to take it anyway.
The man took the knife and stabbed his own eye without hesitation.
To him, it was a sacrifice and there was honor in that.
Honor is vital to men like them. He died, oddly with a smile on his face.
Hannibal turned his gaze around the room; where could this doll be?
It's odd for a serial killer dubbed "The master" to have a sanctuary as filthy as this.
The place he kept his puppets in is a more suitable dwelling.
A doll in this sanctuary? Why hold on to evidence? His thoughts asked him.
Then a memory, "The master" was looking outside the window as he carved on his skin.
"There's a connecting room" Hannibal figured.
He entered a connecting hall.
Light was passing through this part of the house and the mustiness was gone; there's fresh breathable air at last.
He reveled in it; it's been a long day.
If he was to judge the man according to his habitation; this serial killer already has 3 personas.
One more and he would have completed a Johari Window
Then Hannibal heard music.
He followed its direction.
A strange sense of tranquility was washing over Hannibal.
He's always been calm, but this was different, it's the type of calm you get addicted to.
He turned to a hallway and found a blindfolded girl.
She's restrained to a chair in the corner of what seemed to be a walk in closet.
The restraints and the gag were made of cloth.
This is not one of the usual dolls; this one's alive.
Her head slowly turned to his direction.
She probably sensed him.
Then he heard sirens blaring; it still sounds distant but he has to leave.
Will Graham has caught on as he expected.
Mutilating the man himself was not an option for that kill.
The execution of the master's admission and his suicide had to be carried out flawlessly.
Hannibal's thoughts were disrupted by the ringing of his phone.
"We need you here doctor" Jack Crawford blatantly blurts.
The room was exactly how he left it and she was exactly where she was.
He came closer to observe.
She was well taken care of compared to the other dolls.
This girl is not a prostitute; it's impossible.
Hannibal removed the girl's gag; she breathes in.
Next, he removed her blindfold; she kept her eyes shut.
"Open your eyes" Will Graham said, she obeyed but she kept her head down.
"May I?" her head turned towards the direction of Hannibal's voice.
Hannibal lifted her chin and to his surprise when the light hit her face, her eyes shone like gold, clear reflective hazel brown. She's the original doll.
That's what the master meant when he said he's cleansing them.
Did Will figure this out as well?
The kill was not merely caused by a compulsion to rid the streets of prostitutes; the master was changing them, transforming them into this original doll.
"Jack, I've been out of commission for a while, I can't get too close again", Will reminded jack after he asked him to profile the scene.
"I just need you to do what you do, see the things that the serial killer saw in her. A connection... Is she a victim or another golden ticket?" Jack explained
That made Hannibal curious "Another Abigail Hobbs? Tell me what made you think that?" he asked.
"We think she is the serial killer's daughter.
There are things we're yet to find and we still have a lot of evidence to go through.
Most of them however, point to that direction. The mother is out of the picture.
For now we will approach her as a victim; we wouldn't want the same mistake."