John sighed at the locked door, taking a long drag from his cigarette. This stupid hallway kept changing. New doors would open, previously opened doors would close, things would disappear one loop and reappear the next. It was a huge pain in his a** and he wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of this godforsaken place. But nooo. Of course not.

The demon responsible for this f*ckery was just around the corner, hovering ominously with the same stupid grin on its stupid face like John hadn't already exorcised it nine goddamn times. It was harmless, or so it seemed anyway, given that all it did was stand there and be vaguely spooky while John and his unfortunate loop companion ran around like a pair of headless chickens trying to figure out what in blazes the damn thing wanted.

"Bloody git," he groused, looking around for whatever the way out this time was. Not that it mattered; they'd just loop back anyway. There had to be some sort of logic to this madness. Or not. Not every demon was logical. Surely it wanted something, though, be it help or entertainment or whatever the bloody hell. But it wasn't talking, and John wasn't going to waste his tobacco-scented breath trying to get it to do that.

"Don't just stand there looking pretty," he barked at the poor other sod who'd gotten stuck in this creepy looping house with him. "Help me out here. You still have hands, no? With fingers? Opposable thumbs?" John gestured at the corridor around them. "Put them to use, then. Bloody search around, yeah?"