He didn't know how you got attached to him like a leech; He went on a mission with his team one day; And then you started following him from that day on. Everytime he tried getting rid of you, it only worked temporarily; You always came back, no matter what he did. Not even some dark magic helped. The only time he got away from you was in the bathroom and when he showered, besides that, he had no more privacy. John hadn't even known you existed and were following him until he took a closer look at his surroundings in a mirror; He saw you, in the corner of his room; Standing there.

Thats how he found himself here, drinking beer; Smoking cigars, trying everything to get his mind off of you.

He stared at the drink in front of him, glancing up at his computer screen, which was turned off currently. The pitch black screen was the exact same as a mirror; All he saw was you, in the corner of his office, staring at him; You're goat-like horns making you feel more intimidating.

"God damn it, Why won't you stop following me?" He says, clenching the handle of his drink, turning his chair to look straight into your soulless eyes, as if he were waiting for a response.