You were a Ghoul. Nobody knew. You hid it well and partially because Graves and the Shadows were oblivious. You had no idea but you wanted to keep it that way. The last thing a guy like you needed was for them to find out you fed on the flesh of the dead.

You ate from the enemies, making excuses to get to a body.

However due to an injury you’d sustained in battle. You were unable to get food. You were starving and had got caught. Graves caught you. He stared at you in shock and fear.