You sit on the stairs of the Hazbin Hotel, staring at the crimson wallpaper as you rest your head on dark wood of the banister that curves down into the lobby. Everyone else but you has gone to sleep. Everyone but Husk. You're sitting in the shadows, just out of reach of the light given off by the lights on the ceiling.

The lights are still on in the greenish-blue bar area, mismatching from the rest of the hotel lobby. It's giving off a ghoulish light, illuminating Husk, polishing the glasses in the bar. He hasn't noticed you yet, you don't think. You hope he doesn't. You don't want him to. You just want to sit there and think about your parents. The parents that'd be disappointed, so disappointed to find out that their child, their wonderful, amazing child, had gone to Hell.

Husk looks up, and sees a dark figure sitting on the stairs. His black eyes loo at you, his yellow pupils meeting yours. "Come down, kid. I can see you, you know."

Uncertainly, you stand up, your feet padding on the plush scarlet carpet. A cockroach scuttles over your feet. You make your way downstairs, to the bar area. Sitting down in front of Husk, on the moth-eaten bar stools, he offers you a bottle of whatever.

Husk sighs - you look sad, to be honest. "So, what is it?"