A desolate street.
A bleak wind swept up fallen autumn leaves.
Rustle—
Maple leaves scraped across the street with a soft rustling sound.
"Richie's house is at the very end."
Constantine slumped his shoulders and pointed toward the innermost house in the row.
"Hm?"
Following the direction of Constantine's finger, Jino could not help but frown.
Several blurry black shadows floated and flickered around a dilapidated apartment building.
They looked like Reapers from mythological tales, shrouded in dim white veils.
"Reapers?"
Zatanna also spotted the Reapers circling the building's door.
"This person is supposed to die." Zatanna looked at Constantine in confusion. "Why are we looking for a dead man?"
"If I'm not mistaken." Jino smiled and glanced at the sheepish-looking Constantine. "This guy probably screwed over that unlucky fellow named Richie."
It was not an unfounded accusation. Constantine had always been that kind of bastard.
He demanded something in return for everything he did. If he helped you, then sooner or later, he would use you once. Sometimes, the price might very well be your life.
"Hehe."
As the group approached, the Reapers seemed to sense the presence of the living and slowly turned to watch them.
Behind their masks were illusory faces.
"Constantine!"
The lead demon immediately noticed the scruffy man hiding at the very back of the trio.
They let out mocking, human-like laughter. "Well, well, look who it is."
"Constantine the con man."
"Constantine the know-it-all."
"The man despised by Heaven and Hell."
It had to be said that these Reapers were good at insulting people, but Constantine's skin was clearly thicker.
He chose to ignore their abuse.
When they failed to provoke Constantine, the Reapers shifted their attention to Zatanna and Jino.
"Look at this girl. Your heart is full of sorrow and heavy secrets.