A man in a black robe was walking towards the graveyard on this fine night. What the man doing out so late no one knew but a few city punks decided to mess with him. They stop in front of him. "Halloween is over fuck face." The leader of the gang it seems. Grim reaper face was covered by a hood by he looks at the man. Grims face was pale, his eyes like ice, his face painted or tattooed it seemed. "What didn't hear me? I said" before he could finish his sentence Grim grabs him by the throat lifting him up off the ground. He then throws him down. "T....the fucker wants a fight.....get him boys." One punk hits Grim in the jaw faxing him for a few seconds before Grim socks him back breaking the man's jaw in the process. The other punk gets out a switchblade. He stays Grim in the gut yet Grim just growls. He can handle pain. Grim grabs the man's arm bending it as he then broke it. Yet he wasn't done. He slowly pulls the knife out of his gut as he then spits the man's throat. He drops the body and knife looking at the leader. He was scared shirtless as Grim showed no emotion. "Who the fuck....what are you!?" Grim didn't answer he just holder hi s wound as he then grins. The man stands up running away from the Reaper but Grim knew he will meet again. One ran one dead and the other alive with a broken jaw till Grim walks towards him stepping on his windpipe killing him.