Cirrus 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 ghoulette.

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

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

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

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