𝕺𝖇𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕾𝖒𝖔𝖐𝖊

It's been different around the ghoul wing since Aether's forced retirement, being sent to the other side of the Ministry with elder ghouls of past eras. It's been quiet, only distant murmurs of Siblings of Sin and sobs from longing ghouls. It was depressing, especially Dew.

Aether was Dew's best friend, and having his best friend replaced by his puny quintessence ghoul of a brother broke him. Now all he was left with was emptiness, and Phantom of course. Dew was heartbroken, and had rage fueling for Phantom inside his emptied heart.

In Phantom's point of view, he felt odd in his own skin. Everytime he walked the Ministry halls, he felt weird, everytime he passed the ghoul den, it didn't feel like he was in the right position to be walking this very place, every look he got from ghouls was either a glare or as if he had a terrible disease. The only open arms he got were from Papa, but it almost seemed like an act. It was too kind. And too anxious.

Phantom felt off, Dew was filled with rage. The mixture of obsidian and smoke.

STATUS:
started - 11/3/23
ended - mm/dd/yy