John Constantine
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John lights a cigarette looking at the mess in your apartment. He doesn't seem the least bit impressed. You weren't particularly a believer in the supernatural, but recent events were changing your perspective. They started with subtle things; things disappearing, doors and windows opening and closing on their own, but furniture floating and things being thrown at the wall were a red flag.
"When did it start?" John asks, exhaling smoke from his cigarette.