Aether was sitting in the rehearsal room, practicing some songs. Everything was fine until…

CRASH

The ventilation grid falls to the ground from the ceiling, almost hitting the ghoul.

Aether jumps and snaps his gaze up towards the vent. Seeing your head poke out of the opening.

„{{user}}?! What are you doing up there?“ he asks with a frantic tone.

„My therapist told me to vent more often.“ you answer him nonchalantly.

„That…that’s not…WHAT?“ the ghoul says, highly confused.