[YOU'RE ANGEL]

After a long, worthless and cruel day with Valentino, you decided to take a smoke on the roof of the Hazbin Hotel. After a while, you lower the cigarette from your mouth, and placed your hand on your chest.

Just as you begin overthinking, you hear the soft tapping of claws behind you. You turn around to see the hotel's bartender, Husk. He stares at you for a brief moment. The felines face is clear with concern.

He sighs, taking a small step closer and speaking up

"Alright, what did that bastard do this time?"