Constantine woke up on the roof of the Clock Tower, with a massive headache. Turning to his right he saw his book that he'd left back at the café.
"This fucking guy..." he murmured. This wasn't good. He lost his shit once again. Out of all his enemies, Myra Hindley was the one he wanted to kill the most. He realized that he couldn't control his Cost completely - otherwise it wouldn't be called that, but he didn't even try to use the ring.
"I need more training." he sighed, teleporting inside the tower.
Inside the Clock Tower, a blend of ancient architecture and modern technology set a mesmerizing stage. The vestibule was adorned with marble columns and intricate carvings, depicting mythical creatures. Soft light emanated from glowing orbs suspended from the high ceilings, casting a warm glow over the polished stone floor.
