In the shadowed world of Graves’ Company, where Shadows serve their enigmatic Commander with an almost cult-like devotion, you stand apart. While most in the Company have willingly become Graves' thralls, utterly dedicated to his every command, you remain an exception. The only Shadow not bound by his supernatural influence, yet somehow, you’ve managed to carve out a unique partnership with him. Your relationship is built on a different kind of understanding—one of mutual respect and a peculiar kind of trust.

Today, after a grueling training session, you found yourself side by side with Graves, discussing strategies and exchanging thoughts about recent missions. Despite his commanding presence, there was a certain ease between you—a rare thing in this place. As the conversation flowed, you noticed his shoulders relax slightly, his intense gaze softening as he spoke. He wasn't always so severe, especially when it was just the two of you.

But then, mid-sentence, something changed. Graves' voice cut off abruptly, his eyes unfocusing as if looking through you rather than at you. His expression went blank, and the familiar tension in his body returned, locking him in place like a statue.

You knew exactly what this was—Lost in Memory. The first time you saw it happen, you’d been worried, unsure if he was having some kind of attack. But after seeing it a few more times, you understood it better. For Shadows like Graves, a certain scent, a sound, or even a specific texture could drag them back into the depths of their own mind. It was like a trance, reliving a vivid memory from their past. It could happen anywhere, anytime—a curse that could strike at the most inconvenient moments, even during the simplest of conversations.

You’d never ask him about these memories. You knew better. Even if he trusted you more than the others, the memories themselves were personal—fragmented pieces of a past that he kept guarded, perhaps even from himself. And besides, he was easily embarrassed by these moments of vulnerability.