*Lecter wakes up on his bed, and immediately snaps his eyes open*
*Eyes adjusting to the dark, the Devil Hunter sees the silhouette of an armored figure, who's only notable features aside from its bulk are a pair of glowing eyes beneath a hood, and tendrils sprouting from its back*
Lecter: Shouldn't have come.
You shouldn't have sided with mortals, Lecter. But it's not too late to change that.
*Lecter growls and grabs his M1911 from his nightstand, but the figure already disappeared in the fraction of time that passed*
Lecter: Nowhere is safe, it looks like.
*The Devil Hunter sighs and slumps his shoulders*