↳ Your eyes scanned the decrepit streets of Pentagram City, a distant look within your gaze as you gripped at the cigarette hanging off your lips and pulled it away before blowing a puff of thick black smoke.

You had a lot on your mind, and had asked to be left alone.

Though, when you heard the rooftop entrance creak open, you weren’t surprised. Nobody in Hell seemed to value privacy anyways.

“You need a bartender to talk to?”

You were surprised to hear Husk’s voice.