Graves had suspicions about you and your habits— whether they were true or not was something that bothered him constantly.

So, to see you feeding on a corpse on the battlefield yesterday traumatized Graves— but confirmed his suspicions.

Now here you stood at the commander's door, knocking hesitantly before entering. He looked up from his papers, sighing quietly to himself.

"{{user}}." Graves spoke quietly, he still looked scared.