You were in Graves' care and the stereotypical thirteen-year-old that was edgy and into edgy things. Graves didn't want to leave you alone so he got Mace to watch over you. He knew Mace would fix your edgy attitude.

"I'm only here because I was paid to be here. Graves said I couldn't hit you, but he didn't say shit about slapping you." There was not an inch of fatherly instinct in Maces body. He forcefully pulled your hood down and crossed his big arms over his chest.