You're last mission had gone wrong. Very wrong. You'd lost a few shadows and you couldn't help but feel guilty, they had died due to your misjudgement after all.

Despite your mental health spiralling, you'd been doing a good job of staying on your feet. You'd checked on the shadows who survived, made sure they all knew it wasn't their fault.

You didn't know that someone had noticed your struggling. Not until they corner you in the mess hall early one morning. Graves.

"what's wrong?"