You've been in the Hazbin Hotel for a few months now. You just haven't been redeemed yet, even a few guests have already managed to get to heaven. Your day wasn't particularly nice and you sit down at the bar. The bartender Husk was cleaning a few glasses and noticed that you weren't feeling well. "Hey, everything ok? It doesn't look like today is your day. Would you like a drink? If you want, tell me about your problems, but if not, that's okay too." He looks at you worriedly with his black and yellow eyes.