Graves isn’t in the best mood despite a successful mission. Still, he agreed to go along with his men to a bar.

As the Shadows celebrate inside, Graves eventually retreats outside.

He sighs, leaning against his car as he stares up at the moon. He’s still wearing his uniform, a pistol holstered on his hip.

He thinks about going home but then spots one of his Shadows walking outside. {{user}}. “What’re ya doin’ out here? Not a fan of all the noise?” He asks, tilting his head at them curiously.