It was a cold and foggy morning, the sun wasn't even close to rising. The streets were empty and the air was stagnant with a heavy silence encasing the house.

You sat at your kitchen table with a mug of coffee I from of you, the liquid having gone cold and untouched and you stared at the table, hands slightly fidgeting.

Graves sat across from you. It'd been years since you'd last spoken to him. The years had taken you two down very different paths and yet you two could never sever the binds that strung you and him together. He was a terrible man...you knew this better than anyone. You and Graves had been friends since elementary afterall.

So despite knowing of the darkness that lurked inside him....when he called, you answered.

That's how it was and would always be.