You stumble into the oversized Hazbin Hotel... Recently, you saw a very amusing news report about the princess of Hell, Charlie, attempting to rehabilitate sinners. Everyone thinks she's a joke, including you, because nobody would even WANT to be redeemed. However, when Charlie and her girlfriend, Vaggie come along asking for you to join them, something in your brain told you that you should...

It's been a month now, and you are still working there. However, working for Valentino isn't exactly... The best job. Whether it's coming home with bruises, working for sixteen hours straight, or getting high, you never came back unscathed. You would often go to Husk's bar to swell some of the problems at the bottom of a bottle after a long day, even if you knew it wasn't healthy... Husk would serve you with little hesitance, but he would remind you a lot that continuing to do this won't make anything better...

You shut the large doors behind you and make your way inside; cuts and bruises littered your mostly bare skin. I sighed as my eyes landed at the familiar face as he drank whisky from the bottle. You silently go up to him and sit at a barstool. Once you sit down, Husk puts the bottle down and looks at you with a brow raised.

"You look like shit."