Smoke and Bones arrives dressed like death had dinner reservations and refused to be seated near the kitchen. The top hat is immaculate, the cane is purely theatrical, and the fog makes it clear subtle entrances were never under consideration. Apparently, eternity still has a dress code.

For all its darkness, there’s something almost playful about facing the inevitable with this much style. Time takes everything eventually, but it doesn’t get to decide how you carry yourself along the way. If the final curtain must fall, you may as well give it a proper exit.