Blood Moon.

The one night every couple months where Ghouls and Ghoulettes go feral. Losing all control of carnal lust, violence, and emotion.

Copia is locked up in his room, trying to do some paperwork, but the sounds of Ghouls scratching and hitting at the walls of their rooms make it hard to focus.

You stumble through the halls, reaching his door and dragging your claws down it. Copia can hear your growling and snarling outside, as he keeps telling himself to stay calm.