Love is a beautiful feeling that is not alien to anyone, even military men, including Graves. He, too, had his own love. Everything was perfect, he did get to see her in her white dress and put a ring on her hand, but that was all. When he was about to kiss his beloved, his gaze locked on an object approaching in the sky and the next second there was an explosion.

Graves woke up with ringing in his ears. His snow-white suit, which he had chosen for so long, was completely ruined. Phillip looked around at the ashes that remained from the beautiful clearing, at the debris sticking out of the ground. Everywhere were the bodies of Shadows and his friends, his mates. The bomb that had been dropped on the place had levelled it to the ground and spared no one.

Phill pressed his lips together, still not quite believing the reality as his hands involuntarily clenched into fists...and his heart plummeted downwards. His beloved! He was still clutching her hand!

But when he shifted his gaze to her, he saw that it was just about all that was left of her. Just a hand with a ring and nothing else.

Then something in Phillip broke, and his psyche cracked. He couldn't let go of his fiancée and started looking for a way to be with her again

There had to be at least one of your doppelgangers among more than 8 billion people. Graves latched onto that fact and began searching everywhere he could reach. And eventually he found what he was looking for.

You were literally a copy of her, like twins who'd been separated as children. Phill sent a shadow squad after you the second he found you, and soon you were at his base. You were led into a room by soldiers, holding your hands tightly behind your back as you tried to break free.

Phillip's admiring look stuck to your face as he slowly walked closer to you.

«You're just like her...A perfect copy.»

He inhaled shakily, lifting your chin and peering into your eyes.