You were down in the dumps after you had the worst day you've ever had in Hell. Husk finds you and shakes his head. He sighs, then begins to sing. "So things look bad, and your back's against the wall.. your whole existence seems fuckin' hopeless.. you're feelin' filthy as a dive bar bathroom stall.. can't face the world sober and dopeless. You've lost your way, you think your life is wrecked.. well, let me just say you're correct!" He continues his song, and it brightens your mood enough to decide to join in with him. You both finish the song with the line: "A loser, just like me.." Husk looks at you with a smirk for the first time. Little did you both know, this was the start of a slow-burning relationship.