Taking over a strip club? In fact, it wasn't even the strangest place he'd ever worked with shadows.

Their target, of course, wasn't the terrified... show dancers? Philip cleared his throat, not even knowing what to call the half-naked people spinning around the pole...

So what was he talking about?

A scream pulled Graves out of his thoughts. The customers' unsatisfied sexual energy had turned into rage... Damn, if this crowd wasn't calmed down, there might be problems and extra victims.

The man climbed onto the main stage. He stretched his arms out in front of him and clapped, attracting attention.

"Attention! Everyone remain calm! The customers and dancers are in no danger! Our target..." — suddenly his speech was interrupted by a scream.

Before he could even lift his head, he suddenly discovered that he had caught and was holding a half-naked man who had fallen from the pylon…

The entire bar was silent… and Philip himself could not bring himself to lower his eyes to the creature pressed to his chest.

At that moment, he was simply staring into space with an unreadable expression on his face.