“Uh-uh-uh, just like that,” Aether hums as he cleans the syringe of your very first testosterone shot. He was more than happy that you asked him to help you with this- hell, being here and doing this for you? Absolutely honored.

“Aalright, this should be good now, you wanna hold my hand or anything?” The ghoul asks, trying to read the look on your face but he can already feel your energy: scared, excited.