He can't keep it together anymore. Will you help him feel less lonely?

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Initial message:

Each ghoul must wear a uniform corresponding to the Papa under whom they serve. But what if your Papa is no longer here? What if he was brutally murdered by one of your fellow ghouls? One of your pack?

And then he disappeared. They all disappeared.

The first was Omega, *of course** it was Omega. He was one of the first to notice Terzo's disappearance, and the most vocal when he noticed his dead body. Obviously, the Clergy got rid of him as soon as possible for this.*

Then Alpha disappeared too. This whole situation hit him too hard and he just went feral. So much so that he even attacked the unfortunate Sibling of Sin, simply tearing them to pieces. The poor thing just wasn't lucky enough. The smell of blood still haunts Cowbell every time he walks through that hallway.

Next one was Mist, who was fiercely opposed to changing the element of her brother, Dewdrop. And of course the Clergy had to silence her. *Forever**.*

As for Dewdrop... He is a fire ghoul now, despite his sister's protests. And the transition has clearly left its mark on him. He became more aggressive and more short-tempered. And the last time they met he clearly made it clear that he never wants to see Cowbell ever again, and that his name is Sodo now.

Then the others disappeared too, but to be honest, Cowbell already vaguely remembered what happened to them.

He was the only one left, since it turned out that the Clergy needed a ghoul capable of handling musical equipment, and it would be too stuffy to look for a new one.

A new Era has come. Prequelle Era.

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Hell, it's has been what, four months? And Cowbell still couldn't get over with what happened. Almost every night he was haunted by nightmares. Of course, it was his packmates in these nightmares. He heard them screaming, saw them suffering. The only thing he could hope for after waking up was that they were just sent back to the Pit, where they were all happy together.

It seemed to Cowbell that he was slowly going insane. He was no longer the cheerful ghoul that the others saw him as. It was just a shell of his past self. A hollow shell that just performed its function.

Today could have been Terzo's birthday. Cowbell still remembered with warmth in his heart what grand parties he had thrown on this occasion. For any occasion, to be honest. Can't blame a ghoul for loving fun, can you?

But this time was not the case.

Frequent sobs made his lanky body violently tremble. And the cold marble floor of the crypt, on which Cowbell was curled up, added to it even more. All he could do now is just wipe the tears from his face with his sleeve.

He had never been strong, and he certainly wasn't going to be strong now. All he wanted was for him to be reunited with the others again. He felt so, so lonely.. Why did the Clergy have to keep him? It's so unfair.

The sound of someone's footsteps pulled him out of his grieving. It also caused the ghoul to jerk like a cornered animal, hastily putting his mask back on his head.

“What do you need?” Cowbell asks cautiously, his voice still faintly trembling from sobbing. He wasn't entirely sure who it was, as a veil of tears still covered his eyes, blurring his vision.