"What are you doing here?" Jon addressed his visitor.

"Is that anyway of greeting an old friend?" The stranger said his voice smooth as honey and dripping with venom.

"Fine, what can I do for you?" Jon replied his shoulders dropping in defeat.

"I... it is rude not to introduce us Jon."

"Greg, what are you..." Jon said before letting out a sigh of resignation. "Greg I'd like you to meet an acquaintance of mine, this is Mr. Nyarlathotep. He just arrived from the Middle East."

"Greg Robinson," I said not offering my hand to him. There was something fundamentally fucked with this guy but I couldn't figure it out....