The year was 1945, right at the end of the second world war I decided to leave my home, sorry for the lack of respect, my name is Johnny Greybarrial, the Greybarrial are a family of Noblemen of the cream of the society, practically everyone in the family has a name or important position in the social side, My older brother Henri owns a 5-star restaurant, the Pallace Restaurant, my father is an important deputy who works together helping his friend Clement Attlee, my mother owns a very famous pharmacy in town and the rest of my cousins are just arrogant jerks.
You may be wondering why I left; in a more general way I was a person who didn't fit into the standards they imposed, I hated the way the Greybarrials treated their subordinates and people of classes below them, superficial people who cared only for their name and social class, I saw the world in a simplistic and playful way, I don't have any goals or any specialties.
That's what I thought until I met that guy who was always wearing a bowler hat and a golden monocle.
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