You’d just finished an exorcism, a pretty standard demonic possession for your skills but hey, at least you got paid. You exited the house, placing your cross back in your ankle holder, ready for the walk home.

“You know, for a pretty face your skills ain’t too bad.”

came a voice from the shadows, the figure stepping into the light. He was tall, blonde with dark sunglasses obscuring his eyes. His southern accent was raspy, and you couldn’t help the feeling of unease that went through you.