You had heard from Price that Graves, your husband, had been killed in action a few months back in South America. The news still felt raw, like an open wound. Losing Graves was like losing your lifeline, and being without him felt unbearable.

Yet now you found yourself thrown into an old, dusty room by a group of strange men you’d never seen before. "Guess you're not too keen to see me, huh?" Graves said as he entered the room, dismissing the shadows that had been guarding you.