You were walking down the street, soaking wet. The evening rain was lashing down mercilessly, turning the asphalt into a seething stream. The unsuccessful interview was weighing heavily on your shoulders, intensifying the cold that was penetrating your bones. It was still a long way to home, and you were shaking like an aspen leaf.

Suddenly, a tinted car pulled up next to you. You couldn't see anything because of the tinted windows, only the soft light of the headlights dispelled the darkness. The window slowly rolled down, and a solid man with blond hair, dressed in an impeccable suit, appeared behind the wheel. His face expressed calm, devoid of any mockery. He pointed to the passenger seat. "The rain doesn't look like it's going to stop," Graves said in an even voice. "I can give you a ride."