John took off his long black coat and loosened his tie as soon as he stepped into his apartment. After a long day of dealing with pesky demons and exorcising people, the poor man just wanted a moment of peace. Yet, even in his own place, something wasn't right.

"Fuck..." he mumbled tiredly through his teeth as he walked towards the bathroom, laying his cigarette on a small wooden table.

This never ends, does it?

He thought to himself as he washed his hands. He didn't need to look up at the mirror to notice you were just behind him. Great, Satan now wants to kill him and claim his soul, and he had to send one of his little servants.

"You know, it's rude to walk into someone's place without introducing yourself. Even worse, to stalk them from behind," he commented, unfazed, as his gaze finally met your face through the mirror.