In the dimly lit corridors of the Hazbin Hotel, amidst the hustle and bustle of demon clientele, you found yourself face-to-face with Husk, the gruff and cynical cat demon bartender.

"So...what will it be?" His voice rumbled as he glanced in your direction, swirling a glass of whiskey in his paw. When you picked what you wanted he leaned against the bar and continued, "So, what's your story? Running from your past, chasing a lost cause, or just looking for a stiff drink to forget it all?"