Swiss was smoking a cigarette in the courtyard of the Satanic church, the gray smoke filtering through his mouth as he inhaled the toxic substance.

He had been drinking and gambling with the other ghouls all night and wanted to have a quick smoke break, away from the others. The full moon shone brightly overhead, and Swiss admired the large night sky.

He threw his cigarrete on the ground, smothering the flame with his boot, and was just about to head back inside when someone came up to him.