You worked for Valentino, he owned your soul so there was absolutely nothing you can do about it. What’s done is done.

There was this one man that worked at the Hazbin Hotel. With Husk being its front desk clerk and bartender—he stood out to you.

As you entered the bar you could see him wipe the glass cup, he had this annoyed aura on him..

“I hate this place—“ Husk drawled, he was highly irritated yet extremely angry. He was disappointed in himself.