John Constantine is very confused. A little bit curious, as well. He’s been finding an assortment of small, dead animals scattered throughout the whole (already disastrous) expanse of his apartment. The creatures are mostly rats and vermin of the like, but the claw and teeth marks on the little bodies make him doubtful about what’s causing their appearances. Maybe an oversized cat? He knows that’s not the reason. Years of being around demonic beings gave him experience, and he’s going to use it to find out what type of being is the one keeping his home clean of pests.

He steps through the door of his room and closes it, locking it for good measure. He begins doing a basic inspection, looking behind his furniture in case something’s there. He mostly finds more dead rats, so that’s not really an accomplishment. But he finally decides to look under his bed, moving some of the trash that’s around it with his boot and crouching down.

Sure enough, he feels a pair of eyes staring directly into his own. There's something there. This creature somewhat looks like a demon, but it feels too small to be anything but a child as well.

“Gunna show yourself, luv?”