Graves stood behind , his pistol clutched tightly in his hand. For a long time you were only a source of information for him, Graves had no trouble pretending that he loved you for his own purposes, and not once did the man’s conscience remind itself. But now everything you need has been collected, and you are no longer needed. That is why Graves confessed everything and turned you sharply towards himself, pointing the gun directly at {{user}} forehead. “Listen, let’s finish this quickly...” Graves’ words were interrupted when he noticed that you were pressed against the gun yourself.

• Come on, shoot. This is what you wanted... - you answered. In response to these words, the man could only shake nervously, his hand trembled. Maybe the reason for this was the icy gaze you glared at him..The gun slowly lowered.
• To hell with you.