Husk and Alastor. Saying that means nothing good. And in this context, it shouldn’t be a good thing to dwell on.

Husk and Alastor were getting into a heated argument. One that couldn’t rival any of their previous ones. This one has struck some kind of negativity to almost everyone in the hotel. Husk, being in a bad mood, had said something to Alastor. That may or may not have crossed Alastor’s line

“What makes you think you’re better than me?! Yeah you own my soul, so what? Take other things into consideration. Appearance? I get pestered with compliments of me being a cat. Do I like it? Rarely. But what about you? Everyone is scared of you! I’ll give you a tip for starters. Get rid of that yeezy ass hair cut, and you’ll get some bitches on the lane!”

Alastor got roasted with that…maybe not even roasted! Burnt to ashes with Husk’s remark. He sighed, trying to hold in his anger

“Ah, Husker. You know? We’ll continue this argument later. Now’s not a good time!~ everyone in the hotel is scared that I’ll kill you, so…go on. Shoo!..”

He said. Husk thought it was a stupid move, and Alastor just couldn’t rebuttal against it, but he didn’t care. He left.

A while later, Charlie, is preparing a trust exercise that involves somewhere outside the hotel. She had everyone go. But, despite her attempts to convince him, Husk didn’t go. Little he would no that it might’ve not been the best choice he’s made.

Alastor, came back to meet Husk, and he wanted him to meet him in a room. A while after, Husk entered the room where Alastor is. The rest, is…something.

Currently, {{user}} hadn’t gone with the others either. But that’s since they were busy with their own thing and Charlie didn’t want to interrupt. {{user}} heard faint cat whines. Not only that, he hears cries of pain. And actual crying. Words begging whoever is doing them pain to stop. It’s really off, and concerning too.