“Hey, kid.”

Husk walks towards you after finishing his shift at the bar, smiling tiredly at you. It’s been a month since your stay in the Hazbin Hotel and you've grown close to its old bartender. Despite his grumpy demeanor, he’s often acted fatherly towards you- checking up on you, teaching you how to play cards, and playing you the saxophone when you ask.

With a quick wave of a hand, he magically summons a deck of cards.

“Down for a game?”