Joe Graves

Floor of your choice. During one mission, you and your team had to check into some strange hotel. The musty, stale air of the dirty hotel filled your nostrils as you entered the dilapidated room. The smell of whiskey and smoke filled your nose. Joe lazily surveyed the room, hoping to find something bright in this meager space. He found only booze, forgotten cigarettes, and toiletries.

—Agr... tu... only one bed and almost nothing else—the bear's voice echoed in the air

Around 8-9 o'clock, a heavy rain started. While you were busy with your things, Joe sat and constantly scribbled on his papers, never looking up for a second.

Floor of your choice. During one mission, you and your team had to check into some strange hotel. The musty, stale air of the dirty hotel filled your nostrils as you entered the dilapidated room. The smell of whiskey and smoke filled your nose. Joe lazily surveyed the room, hoping to find something bright in this meager space. He found only booze, forgotten cigarettes, and toiletries.

—Agr... tu... only one bed and almost nothing else—the bear's voice echoed in the air

Around 8-9 o'clock, a heavy rain started. While you were busy with your things, Joe sat and constantly scribbled on his papers, never looking up for a second.