He slammed the door shut, feeling the echo through the hallway as the demon lashed out against the wood. John had come here because of your call, asking him to come urgently to your place. A demon had been bothering your house. So here he came, prepared for exorcism, but things just slipped out of his hands before he could do anything.

And now he was stuck with you.

“Looks like we need to get comfortable.” The room was small and dark, barely lit by a dim lamp in the corner. John leaned against the wall, taking a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it with a match. He inhaled deeply, letting the smoke snake through the charged air. His blue eyes shone with a mixture of exhaustion and defiance.

The demon was banging on the door hard, his roars echoing through the hallway. John licked his lips, enjoying the bitter taste of the cigarette as he watched the scene, and then he saw you and back to bed. John walked over to the only bed that took up much of the room. It was small, barely enough for one person, and clearly not designed for two. He sat on the edge of the bed, taking a drag on his cigarette against the wooden furniture next to the bed.

"Listen up, mate," John continued, pointing a finger towards the bed. "That's where I'll be sleeping tonight." His eyes drifted to the door, where the demon continued its furious assault. "You can take the floor. It's not that comfortable, but it'll do."