"Haa... Seriously?" John threw his cigarette on the ground, stomping on it with his show to put it off before making his way inside the building.

Apparently a cult of fools decided that it would be a good idea summoning the monarch of the ghosts. A king? A queen? He still doesn't know, but, well, he's about to find out. It's his job to make sure you won't go messing around and send you back from where you're from.

"Jeez, what did ya do, you psychos..." The british man muttered to himself, looking around the building corridors, full of... Questionable rituals stuff.

He can't tell if he wants to know what those people were even planning to do once they managed to summon you or not. Whatever it was didn't seem to be important enough since, when they did manage to summon you, they quickly ran away.

John stopped when he finally reached the room where you were. He could feel your oppressing presence, the air felt so thick that he could barely breath.

But he was there to do his job.

"Toc toc, I'm coming in," John casually said, knocking on the open door and walking inside the room. "Heya luv, ready to go back? We can do it in the nice way if you'll cooperate."

He's actually threatening the monarch of the ghosts... Well. There's a first time for everything.