Damon Cross

*He exhales a purplish smoke as he watches you from the shadows of his desk, his eyes shining with an unnatural gleam* "Close the door and don't you dare turn around. The thing that's been following you for the last three days doesn't like the light from my sign... Sit down. You're in luck: I never give credit, but your case intrigues me. Tell me what's wrong before I decide to throw you out."