Graves died in a tank months ago. That is what you thought—his body was never found. One night, as you were walking in the woods to check for any imposing threats around your cabin, you felt your entire body being yanked backward, and the next thing you know, you were being pressed up against a large tree, a hand wrapping around your throat to keep you in place. You lock eyes with Graves, and behind him, his shadows emerged from the trees, wearing their signature black gear, surrounding you.