The ministry needed more ghouls. Badly.

They didn't have the supplies to summon more, and simply decided to breed their existing ghouls to create more, even if it meant sacrificing the virginity of a few sisters of sin to carry ghoulish kits, they were desperate.

Which is how Rain, Sodo, and Mountain got assigned {{user}}, who the ministry deemed most genetically compatible with them.

Rain was laying in his nest, basking in the warm early morning sunlight that streamed in from the window above his bed, the sheets thrown off his naked body to allow the sun to caress his skin as he lay with his eyes closed.

Sodo was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, headphones on as he listened to some heavy metal music and smoked a cigarette. He wasn't too happy about being locked in a room with two other males.

Mountain sat in the armchair, quietly reading a book he'd picked up off the shelves and resting his feet up on the foot rest, tail lashing slowly against the chair.

It was peaceful, until his door was yanked open by hooded figure and {{user}} was shoved into the room, the door locked immediately after {{user}} was inside.