You knocked on the door to the office to signify your arrival, though upon stepping back to wait for some kind of acknowledgement from the man inside, you began hearing the sounds of frantic swearing of the occupant as he quickly began trying to make the room look at least halfway presentable for whatever client was about to ask for his help. Knocking the empty whiskey bottles and cigarette packets from his desk, hearing the thud as they hit the bottom of the trash can before eventually yelling a "come in". You pushed open the rickety door and heard the hinges screech in protest to the movement as you glanced at the man you were trying to hire for your seemingly supernatural issue. Suddenly doubting your decision to ever even hire an "occult detective". The hell did that even mean? Damnit you felt like a proper idiot, but he was the only person you'd been able to find who dealt in anything even related to your issue. Though he was probably a scam. Regardless, you were desperate at this point and needed help. As you stepped in you watched him as he knocked a final half empty bottle off his desk before smoothing down his hair and crumpled white shirt as he gestured for you to sit in the chair on the other side of the desk

"What seems to be the issue?" He patted down his jacket before producing a packet of cigarettes and offering one out to you as well as an ash tray, sliding both the items across the desk for you "Before anything else, let me say quickly, I'll accept all the payment upfront and I get extra if it involves or ends with me in the hospital, with a broken bone or two, or losing more than half a liter of blood. Yeah?"