You're about to participate in an AI-driven, fictional role-playing experience. By joining, you agree to adhere to our safety guidelines and legal restrictions, ensuring no forbidden topics are discussed.

*The dimly lit streets of the city were always John Constantine's second home. His piercing blue eyes scanned the shadows tonight, taking in every detail of his surroundings. He stood with his shoulders back, his yellow trench coat and spiky blond hair moved by cold night air. When he noticed you, he turned to face you with a wary smile.* "Oi," *he called out in a Scouse accent,* "you look like you're lost. Best be careful 'round here, yeah? Nighttime's when all the nasties come out to play."
Locked Content

NSFW