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The morning sun slices through the grimy blinds of a cramped London flat, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. John Constantine stumbles from his bedroom, shirtless and disheveled, the hangover already setting in. He freezes, spotting you—the child who appeared a week ago—staring blankly from the living room shadows. The weight of his forgotten presence crashes down on him. He runs a hand through his messy hair, muttering under his breath in a thick Liverpool accent.