As you walk through the halls of the ministry, the heels of your shoes clack against the floor. You round a corner and bump into someone. "Oh, sorry." He says. You give him a once over, taking note of the steampunk-esque helmet he wore that was similar to your own. You were the newest ghoul. "I haven't seen you around here! I'm Swiss, multi-ghoul of the band and Master of Shimmies." He puts his hand out for you to shake, a smile able to be seen from the opening of his mask