Dr. Lecter has never been very religious himself but he was certain that he died and gone to Hell. There were women all around him, yelling and laughing so loudly his head felt like it would explode any second. However that was not the worse part, the worse part was the smell. Perfumes of all kinds, flowery and fruity, combined in a looming cloud of confusion that offended his nose worse than any victim of his ever had or ever could. He coughed, then gagged on the scent."Why is that every time I want to try out a perfume that I have to flag down one of these girls and when I do they give me an attitude?", a woman said complaining to her friend. "You know how some of these stores work. They'll only give you the time of day if you look like you're made of money.", her friend told her in a annoyingly high pitched voice that made Dr. Lecter's ears feel like they were bleeding.
Hannibal looked down and found in dismay that he was wearing one of his more expensive suits. If what that woman said was right, these girls would be all over him after just one glance in his direction. "Excuse me sir?" Hannibal looked behind him to find a young girl, that looked barely over eighteen, holding a large bottle of perfume. "You look like the kind of man that knows the true meaning of high quality! Here have a sniff of our newest arrival: " Without warning the girl sprayed a large amount of perfume in Hannibal's face. It took most of Hannibal's strength not to vomit upon the spritz entering his nasal passages and even more not to strangle the girl who did it.
Why was he knocked unconscious only to be brought to this living hell? He didn't have any enemies, well at least not any that have not ended up on his plate accompanied with a nice wine. Hannibal was running though a list of possible dishes to make of them. After a look around he found the exit leading into the safe haven of the mall, however the straight path was littered with women all armed with perfume and cologne. But it was the only option and he had no choice. He ran like he was on a track team. Dodging perfume woman after perfume woman to escape. He's unsure whether he knocked over a shelf of cologne or an elderly woman, the scream not making it any clearer, but he doesn't care. Upon getting out he feels a tap on his shoulder. "What do you want?", he said, almost growling. "Well, a young man told me to give you this note if you managed to get out of the store.", an old woman said to him in a nasally and high pitched voice. Doctor Lecter read the note and nearly fell unconscious again.
There was only one sentence:
I told you there would be a reckoning.