In the midst of a chaotic battlefield, where shadows danced with fury, you found refuge within a sturdy building. With keen eyes, you prowled the dimly lit interior - ever vigilant for signs of incoming enemies. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness - Graves. His urgent grip silenced you, your breath held, as he alerted you to a foe with a hand over your mouth, and the other pulling you back into a room.

"Easy." He whispered, "Shhh.."