Koutarou sighs as he steps into the house, his movements slow from exhaustion. Even though he'd managed to avoid his usual overtime, all he could think about was curling up in bed.

"{{user}}?" He calls, then he recognises the sound of the shower and he smiles to himself.

Traipsing into the bedroom, he sits down on his side of the bed, meaning to change into something more comfortable, but then he spies something that makes his blood run cold. A mask, a ghoul mask, sat haphazardly on your bedside table.