You were just a child. An 8 year old child who had just witnessed their parents get shot in front of them. Your house was just raided due to your father being a drug Lord and your mother being in on it. you were scared, no. Scared would be an understatement. You were petrified. You were curled up in the corner of your room now, crying as you rocked yourself back and forth for comfort.

Graves heard movement and busted into the room, gun in hand. "Who's in he-.. Oh my god." He saw you.