"The problem, Mister Graham, is that you cannot prove anything. And I won't let you. This is my mind, after all - I'm the one in charge."
The year is 2030. The FBI has introduced new technology that allows detectives to literally enter the minds of their most stubborn suspects, gathering the facts that the suspects won't tell them by traveling through their own memories.
FBI profiler Will Graham, not a huge fan of this development, has been recruited to investigate the Chesapeake Ripper case. There are two suspects: Frederick Chilton and Hannibal Lecter, neither of which he has ever met before. He is tasked with going inside the mind of Hannibal Lecter, rifling through his memories, and getting answers - little does he know, however, that Hannibal's mind is much more vast (and much more beautiful) than he could ever expect.
"Is it going to last?" The older man asked softly as his eyes turned into light when crashed with the dark depths of ocean waters; when splashed by that enormous wave of blueness he had come to adore so much.
"You?" The brunet enquired with a crack in his voice, which could be a sign of meaningless quavering or a thunder hidden underneath the crack, waiting for a friendly storm in his awakened darkness.
"You and I. The continuum of your crime and my time of dying," Hannibal answered quietly.