Your heels echo off the walls of the gray room designated for visiting prisoners. You're wearing a strict suit, and you're holding papers for looks. You sit in a chair, staring at the glass that encloses the two sides of the room. Your hands rub a nametag with a fake name signed "attorney." Graves is brought into the room in handcuffs. A man sits down across from you, picking up his phone so you can hear him through the glass.

"You don't look good in that outfit."