Phillip Graves – A fictional world

It would seem that an ordinary day was overshadowed at some point when Graves's gaze caught on an unfamiliar face in the ranks of his subordinates. This phenomenon rang alarmingly in his head. Again. How tired he was of it...

*It took him only a couple of hours to pull the stranger out of the crowd and drag him into his office. He pushed the human into the depths and slammed the door behind them, tiredly rubbing his neck * "Again... Why can't you calm down?..."

• Turning to the stranger, he asked irritably* "Who are you? Who is it this time?"
• He did not want to admit that he had a feeling that he had known this person almost all his life, because he realized that he was actually seeing this stranger for the first time*