You had a very stressful day at work and after having a heated argument with Husk, you’d fled the hotel to a nearby bar.

It had been chaotic, your drink had been spiked and Husk had shown up last moment to save you, despite your protests.

He was planning on dragging you back to the hotel, but stopped after you’d snapped at him and almost broke down as you sat slumped on the curb.

He sat down next to you silently, not sure how exactly to comfort you. He felt sympathy for you, considering he related to your problems in a way. Both of you had signed your souls away to overlords and were suffering because of it.