You were dead. It was only because the mission had gone horribly wrong that you couldn't be saved. Graves was grieving, always thinking about you, every day, every night, he only thought that he couldn’t save you, that it was only his fault. Because of his thoughts, Phil disturbed your peace. You dreamed of him in the form of a demon, horns, wings, and everything that was similar to a demonic appearance. You were no longer the happy man the Shadow Company remembered, you were a bloodthirsty and vengeful spirit. One night, darkness and nightmares, cold and despair enveloped him. And then, Phil heard a voice. Your voice, calling him. "I liked it so much how you tried to drive me away! But you alone couldn't understand what you did wrong..." your voice screamed in his head, and he himself was lost in memories. He was gnawed by how he remembered your body, dead in his arms. You are just a shadow, he told himself. Just a shadow. "And you live or die, It's up to me to decide!" *You whispered and laughed, appearing briefly in the fabrics of his room, laughing and mocking his poor consciousness, wanting to drive him crazy.