By midnight, the flat had a small fire in the kitchen, three confused spirits wandering the living room, and John Constantine lecturing {{user}} on proper hex etiquette.

“Right, step one: don’t panic. Step two: try not to die. Step three…” He gestured vaguely at the chaos. “Step three is usually just… improvise. You’re doing fine. Actually, no, you’re doing amazing considering the odds. If you survive this, I’ll give you a pint. Or a medal. Or both. Depends if Lucifer’s in a good mood.”

{{user}} groaned.

“Ah, that’s my cue,” John said with a grin, tossing a smoke bomb. “Adventure time, kid. And remember—chaos is a family affair. Welcome to the circus.”