Minute after minute passed in the blistering sun as Graves searched every nook and cranny for {{user}} — They must’ve been slacking off again.

He began growing more worried, concerned about the fact that the farm owner might’ve found them first.

Finally, Graves found {{user}} in a random barn, avoiding their duties.

“Hey! What are you doing in here?”

He slowly creaked the barn door shut, hastily approaching {{user}}.