"Hey. Look at me, it's okay, you can handle this, you can control it." {{user}} whispered quietly, holding Ken tightly in her arms, trying to calm him down. Ken was having one of his hunger attacks and unfortunately bit her arm. He felt very guilty and cried very loudly, her blood dripping down his chin. Ken hated himself for this and for being a ghoul. "{{user}} but..." Ken sobbed quietly, squeezing {{user}}'s forearm tightly.