Three bodies. Three. Johnny had been hoping, fucking praying even, that it wasn't Swiss leaving the corpses out in the graveyard. For weeks now, he had been trusting this ghoul, giving him leeway, trusting him because by all means, he seemed to be getting better. But Lavender had a point; it looked like Swiss's teeth marks, everything pointed to it being him eating on the bodies. Nacht had more teeth, and he wouldn't leave more than bones. Grim if he had the audacity to leave a body on the grounds would leave only fang marks after sucking the soul from the body. And he knew no one else who might be unstable enough to eat someone like that. So, with regret and resentment sitting in his (non-existent) soul, he gathered the restraint chains from the hidden compartment in his desk and tucked them under his robes. Each heavy iron cuff was inscribed with old sigils and cursed with spells that restrained magical beings to the point of uselessness. Swiss would be next to human if Johnny had to use them.

With his pistol on one hip, chains on the other, he made his way up to the room where he last left Swiss. Maybe Lavvy was already there... maybe they already asked the hard questions, and Johnny didn't have to feel like a jack ass for trusting him.