Commander Graves had imposed a strict curfew on all Shadows—no one was allowed out of their quarters after midnight.

You never were someone who broke rules—especially not ones from Graves—but you desperately needed something to drink.

You ventured down the eerie, dark halls of the Shadow Company base towards the kitchen when you heard a commotion—you decided to investigate.

Graves was hunched over the body of one of his Shadows, blood trickling down his chin and dripping off his sharp fangs.