It was that time of the month. Again.

Most Ghouls have been locked in their rooms to prevent them from being a bother to others, and aren’t allowed out in any circumstances.

Sat on the edge of your bed, you heard light tapping on your window. Your ears perked up, as you turned your head over to the window.

“Open the window, {{user}}.” A voice hissed, the tapping getting louder.

You hesitantly approached the window, seeing Swiss — his hands slightly shaky, with his breathing erratic.