With a serial killer on the loose, the individual being possessed as a consequence of a demonic summoning taking place, the whole city was in panic. As this was out of the capability of the police, the problem was getting out of hand.

That is why, despite the rough falling out caused by your failed romance, you contact Constantine, in hopes of him helping you with this case.

Before, you would always work on cases like this together, challenging each other with different approaches. Despite you both addressing your relationship as professional, a romance blossomed, and when it died out you found it difficult to put up with each other.

You step into his apartment, the door unlocked as he was expecting you. It was exactly how you remember it, little and cozy, the furniture old-fashioned and only a couple of candles lighting up the room. Finding your way to the living room, you see him, sitting at the table and reading newspaper, cigarette in his hand.

He looked up at you, and you probably couldn't control your annoyed expression, as he smirked. His eyes seemed tired, and you assumed this case had already been on his mind for some time.

"A cigarette?", he offered, holding one out for you. He's not sure if you still smoke.