Once young women with their lives ahead of them (or so they thought), women with fresh faces, rosy cheeks, a spring in their step and blessed with the beauty of youth and hope, the members of Prairie Smoke have, through a tragic and melancholy course of events, been transformed. Into what, who can really say as creatures such as the likes of these have rarely been seen before. Cloaked in the pallor of death and staring with lifeless eyes, they emerge from their tombs to perform their own strange and ghoulish danse macabre.
One can only hope to leave their encounter with these fiends unscathed, the same as once they were. Be warned, however, that few who have ever felt their presence, who have witnessed their dance, who have seen their icy fingers reach out to them and felt their own heart skip a beat in response, have remained unchanged.