[i]Instead of Detective Bowel showing up because -blam!- that old guy, a man walked into the courtyard, rings under his bright blue eyes, having gotten absolutely no sleep that night; the nightmares kept him awake. His jet-black hair was nearly combed backwards and held that way with just the right amount of hair gel, not a single strand of hair out of place. He had high cheekbones and a square jaw, recently shaven. On his torso he wore a simple, button-up white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His slim, blue jeans were old and faded, his black boots dusty. As he walked into the courtyard, the three foot long, inch and a half wide straight sword sheathed at his left side became visible, the man's favorite blade. He smiled up at Ren, waving slightly.[/i] "Hi there," [i]He called out, eager for a conversation.[/i]