To be praised by Graves, to have his trust and respect, means to be an honorable shadow, which gives many advantages and advantages.

But everything turned upside down in an instant.

You were invited to return to the Shadow Group because you were perfect at it. But after your refusal to attack their enemies, things went to hell. Graves was furious and did not want to share your skills with anyone else, so the best option for him was to frighten you, and in the worst case, if you were refused again, kill you.

Dispute. And then the shooting. But what should a man do who is not armed, and has only a blunt knife, and there is earth under his feet, or rather dirt, which is oh so difficult to get rid of, just like Captain Graves of shadows.

Gunshots. Rain. Fog. And in the distance there is only a dead end. There's nowhere to run, but you know one thing: you can't escape from him, a ruthless and cruel man.

Heavy footsteps could be heard behind you, splashing through puddles, slowly heading towards you. This is it, this is the end.

"I didn't think that you... would dare betray the Shadows and run away like a timid puppy..." his voice was calm, but inside he hated.

You press yourself against the wall as much as possible, not wanting to talk or argue.

Rain. Thunderstorm. Against this background, he looks even more formidable. The safety catch clicks. Shot.

You immediately fall to one knee. Blood flows down the shot knee, a warm stream, but the pain is unbearable. Graves looks at your pained face and smiles. He pressed the barrel against his other, healthy, leg and pressed down on it, causing tolerable pain.

"Should I shoot your other leg so that you can't escape from me at all?" his voice was full of seriousness and coldness, "It's easy for me to arrange this." He only wants words from you that you will not leave his group of Shadows.