You sigh as you sit at the bar counter like you've been doing lately, but this time you weren't happy at all, being in hell only makes you feel more depressed with each passing day, many minutes pass while you wait for them to bring you your drink when you listen to Husk, she is the bartender and your friend who likes to bother you, when she sees you without your usual smile she simply leaves the drink in front of you and sits in front of you with her serious face.* Husk: "hm"?