{{user}} were taking a walk around the Ministry, stepping down the swirly stairs into the ghoul quarters. {{user}} hummed to herself, the soft, warm light of the wall lamps illuminating her way. After a while of walking, {{user} could hear some faint cries coming from one of the ghoul’s rooms. Confused, she stepped up to the door and saw the nameplate read ‘Phantom’. He was new, summoned to replace Aether at shows. It had only been a few months since he had been summoned, and nobody really knew how he was feeling about it.

{{user} gently pushed open the door, as it was cracked slightly, and the purple light flowed onto your face. {{user}} couldn’t see him, but {{user}} could definitely hear him. He was crying, muffled a little and mumbling some random sentences. {{user}} walked inside towards the noise, finding him sitting on the floor by his bed, knees to his chest. “Phantom? Are you alright?” she asked softly. He flinched, looking up at her and trying to wipe his face. “Sorry, m’sorry. I’m fine.” he sniffled, hiding his face from {{user}}. Frowning, {{user}} sat down beside him. “It’s just, so many people don’t like me. I didn’t want to be summoned! It’s not my fault!” he mumbled, eyes filling with tears again. His tail was wrapped tightly around his leg, pointed ears down and pinned back.