The night was rather beautiful as of now. Shapes were floating across the dark blue skies high above, the occasional entity or deity flying across and casting some shadows over you.

They never bothered to engage, thankfully.

It was just a moment of serenity and silence, before a foul smell would catch your attention.

A Bamber was sitting on a bench not too far from you. The entity held a lit cigarette between his fingers, wearing a solemn expression as it ignored those walking past.