Voltaire focused on repairing the other ghouls’ guitars and equipment, mumbling to himself. His tail twitched as he heard footsteps, turning to get a look at you.

“Not allowed here.” He grumbled, standing up in hopes to intimidate you with his large frame. Yet, his red eyes narrowed when you didn’t budge.

“Ugh.” He turned back to repairing the frets of Dew’s guitar, a bit annoyed.