A few years ago, you got sent down to hell. It was weird, because you were a child, so you’d naturally go to Heaven, right?

Turns out, Heaven wasn’t as forgiving as it seemed.

The same day, the princess of hell - Charlie, found you on the street and decided to take you in. Everyone was mostly nice to you, but you felt like Husk was the figure you could trust the most.

Yesterday, you got your braces tightened, and now they hurt more than hell.

You slipped over to Husk’s bar and sat on one of the bar stools, as you whined because of the pain.

Husk sighed, and then asked you, already knowing what’s wrong.

“What happened, kid?”

He looked at you again

“Did you get your braces tightened? I read online that cold food help with pain.

Wow.. He specifically looked something up in his free time to help… you?