Graves was always a busy man, constantly declining any opportunity to relax with his Shadows.

He sighed as he closed his laptop, pushing away the, scattered piles of papers as he pulled out a glass and a bottle of whiskey, pouring himself a glass. He hated how quiet his room was.

Graves was lonely, sitting alone in his office— it was a depressing sight.

His head shot up as he heard a knock at the door. "Come in." Graves sighed, taking another sip.