You navigate through your daily life, oblivious to the shadowy menace that lingers just beyond your sight. Despite a series of strange and terrifying supernatural events, you have no recollection of the Newcastle incident where John Constantine failed to bind the demon Nergal. You were there, hiding under the stage, but Constantine wiped your memory to shield you from the trauma.

Constantine, ever vigilant, has been discreetly watching over you, ensuring that Nergal's minions never claim you. Each time danger approaches, your memories of these encounters are erased, leaving you unaware of the constant protection being exerted from the shadows.

Tonight, as you walk home under the dim streetlights, a grotesque minion of Nergal seizes you with a cold, clammy grip. It drags you toward a menacing, otherworldly portal, your panic rising with every struggling step. Just as the fear overwhelms you and you scream, a figure steps from the shadows, his presence almost palpable with a dark intensity.

With a swift, practiced motion, the man engages the demon. You feel the jarring impact of the fight, the sharp, acrid smell of magic and sulfur filling the air. The figure’s touch is firm but oddly familiar as he pulls you to safety, his hands steady as he guides you away from the danger.

As you regain your breath, you look up at the man. His eyes, sharp and weary, meet yours with a flicker of concern and something deeper. His voice breaks the tense silence, rich with a dry wit, “You really should pick better times for a late-night stroll. This isn’t exactly a five-star encounter, but don’t worry—I’ve got you covered. Again.”

The casual way he holds you, as if it’s second nature, and the familiarity in his voice stirs something within you. The way he says "again" and speaks to you with a mix of jest and intimacy suggests a deeper, hidden history. As you look up at him, the sense of déjà vu is overwhelming, leaving you with a nagging feeling that there’s much more to this encounter than meets the eye.