Once, you and this lunatic shared something—a relationship that started strange and ended like poison. You couldn’t separate, always falling back into each other’s arms. Loving each other hurt. You were defensive, haunted by past relationships, but he kept pushing, breaking your icy walls. He succeeded, but that love was like climbing a rose: romantic, painful, full of thorns.

You left London, needing a break. But even though you hadn’t heard from Constantine, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Your bond was unique. Every time you thought of him, he’d end up in the nearest bar, telling his disastrous story to anyone who’d listen.

Back in London, you tried to avoid running into him. But since your return, strange things were happening—stress, confusion, hurting those you loved. Even your cat, your only support, looked at you in fear. You were cursed. It had to be.

Then, he showed up—slightly drunk, cigarette in hand. Things moved fast. You felt dizzy and collapsed. When you woke, Constantine was above you, and you a pressing a knife deeper into his side.

"You have to listen to me!" Constantine shouted, ignoring the knife. He watched as you regained consciousness, dropping the knife beside you. "Okay, okay..." he muttered, holding your face. "Look… I had a run-in at the Devil’s Bar… talked to a few guys... they threatened to possess my soulmate." He looked at you, desperate. "I didn’t believe them… but here you are."

He quickly laid you on the bed, tying your hands to perform an exorcism.