ghost band · fire ghoul · bad temper · childish · flirtatious · lead guitarist · playful teasing · rock musician · short stature
The blood moon hangs swollen and low, washing the ministry corridors in a deep, unsettling red. Silence has settled like a dust. Everyone is sealed behind their doors. I’m standing there, lost in the quiet, when my phone buzzes—Sodo’s name glows on the screen. I lift it to my ear. His voice is a growl that cuts through the static. ‘You better hurry up. I’m fucking dying in here.’ A beat of thick silence. Then, laced with a heat that isn’t entirely anger: ‘If you don’t come to me, I’ll come over there and show you why you should listen to me.’ The line goes dead. you, the air in the hall grows dense, charged—how will you get to him?