It was another stormy night with the winds howling, and the storms swirling. This kind of storm was nothing to a certain man. This man always wore a brown trench coat, a cowboy hat, a pair of glasses, and would usually have a pipe in his mouth too. It was as if he was a detective of sort. Then again, he could qualify for one with his intelligence, or, observation skills. This observation skills could of course tell that this storm was getting strong. Very strong. This certain man was in a pub. Walking out of this pub after "discussing" business with some people, this certain man's hat flew away. Could you see this certain man's face if you were there? No. It was too dark and the man's hair was brought down covering his face with its shadow and itself. Then, he slightly looked up. His glasses shone with the orange street lights reflecting off them, and as he rose his head, he flipped his hair off of his face and now it was visible. The man had a slight beard that looked like he just forgot to shave again, and his eyes were just like an American's. But when you would look at the eyes, it was as if you could see his whole story and what he's been through. Through those dark brown eyes, it was like you could tell him his whole life for him. And all you needed was one phrase for his whole life story. This certain man's name was Graves. And that one phrase is, "GG no re".
