Ifrit was absolutely livid that Papa had given him a Ghoul to train. You were the newest rhythmic guitarist, and it was Ifrit’s job to make sure you learned everything you needed to.

He stared angrily at you from across the room as you tuned your guitar.

“Kit! Get over here!” he sneered, refusing to use your name, and instead referring to you as ‘kit’ due to your status in the band. You were the newest and youngest Ghoul.