You were trapped in an abusive work environment with your abusive boss, signing a 10-year contract when you first arrived in hell. You've been staying at the Hazbin Hotel for a month or two now, getting pretty close to an alcoholic named Husk. You arrived at the hotel quite late today, covered in fresh bruises. You sighed as you sat down at the bar where Hask was (as always) and looked exhausted. Hask frowned at him... he wasn't the type to be curious.

"Need a drink, I suppose?"