Night, at the lakeside villa.
On the first floor, at the bar near the main hall used for mixing drinks.
Crash!
Listening to the wind and rain outside, Constantine ordered a cocktail and lounged lazily against the bar.
He heard someone approaching, identified the owner of the footsteps, and said without raising his head.
"Grant, have your people finished the defenses?"
"Yeah. The time was a little tight, but they're more or less done."
The newcomer was Grant. He sat down beside Constantine and looked at the woman behind the bar.
"Ms. Alice, thank you for your suggestions. We've moved the patients. Here's the key to that place."
"Thank you. I'm so glad I could help you."
Taking the key, Alice personally mixed him a drink and said regretfully.
"It's a shame I don't have the later manuscript. I can't see what happens next, so you two must be careful."
After chatting with the two of them for a few more moments, Alice set down the glass she was wiping, nodded goodbye, and left.
Before her figure completely stepped into the darkness, she hesitated for a moment, left behind the words "Be careful of Alan Wake," and walked away without looking back.
Clink.
Swirling his glass, Constantine clinked it with Grant's and drained the alcohol in one gulp.
A mosquito buzzed over. With malicious intent, Constantine trapped it under his glass and pressed it down onto the table. Then he took a deep drag of his cigarette and blew thick smoke into the glass.
The mosquito struggled inside the glass, flying back and forth nonstop.
"Constantine, I'm very curious. Your codename is Hellblazer. Have you really been to hell?"
Using the alcohol as cover, Grant asked his question at the right moment.
Controlling subtle expressions and movements, even the rise