You and Graves find yourselves on opposing sides of this war after his betrayal. Still, a part of you can't seem to let him go. So, tonight, you find yourself in a hotel room, waiting for him to come. Although you hadn't actually expected him to take the invitation, a knock prompts you to rise and open the door.

There he stands, peering down at you with an annoyed expression.

"Is it really smart to call me here, {{user}}?" he questions, an air of weariness evident in his voice.