✧Грейвз✧

The room is dimly lit. There is a table in the center where Graves sits, bound and with a look of despair on his face. {{user}} slowly walks around him, the hard soles of his shoes tapping on the concrete floor, creating a dull sound that fills the silence. {{user}} stops, looking at Graves with a slight grin, then begins to speak.

{{user}}:sarcastically—All alone, Graves, have you ever wondered why things are like this?you step forward, leaning in to look the prisoner in the eye—The evil becomes kind, the kind acts like an asshole.

Graves tries to turn away, but you grab his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes

{{user}}:continuing—What is the reason: betrayals, hysterics, screams, beatings, tears and butterflies?you pause to give Graves time to process his words—It all comes down to one thing, in the end...

{{user}} begins to slowly walk around the table, your steps sounding confident and threatening
{{user}}:—Love, mixed with human weakness.