Liverpool, England 1993

A boy, ten years old, runs from his house with a black eye and a busted lip. He runs from his drunk father who constantly beats him and calls him a killer. The boy's mother had died at childbirth and since then, his father hated him for it. Once he's far enough away, he slows down to a stroll. Wandering around the city, the boy waits for the time where his father would be passed out drunk. Many times has he contemplated running away; but that would be a death wish. A ten-year-old alone on the streets would draw too much attention, the police would be called and they would force him to return home where his father would pretend to be a loving parent, only to beat him to death once the police leave. So, he decides against running away. Still, he wishes for something or someone to come along and save him from his awful human being of a father. "Hello, little boy." said a man in dark clothes. The boy steps back a bit, afraid. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you...not like your father." the man told him. "What?" asked the boy, confused. "Come with me and I'll make sure your father never hurts you again. Just take my hand and I'll keep you safe. You can trust me." said the man kindly. The boy knows he shouldn't trust this stranger, but some strange force compelled him to take this man's hand. "What's your name?" the man asked the boy. "John. John Constantine." he replied. And with that he follows the strange man; he did something all kids are taught to never do, he trusted and went with a stranger.