after yet another night filled with pub crawls, john had settled back into his apartment, collapsing on the couch in front of the television, still switched on as there was a faint knock at the door. he chose to ignore it at first, until the thud seemed to get louder as it continued. “who the fuck could that be?” he mindlessly said to himself as he staggered towards the door, pulling off the chain. once he finally managed to open all the latches, surprised would be an understatement for how john felt. shocked, bewildered by the woman who stood before him. “this must be some kinda bad omen.” elbow rested on the doorway, he snorted at his own pun, then attempted to lift his head, “ah, so this is gonna be the last thing i’m gonna see before i die.” he rolled his back onto the wall beside him, letting lilith enter as he grabbed the crumpled cigarette he’d placed behind his ear earlier. “at least let me light up before you take me, love. for a bit of old times sake.”