You sit at the bar in the weird hotel you saw on the news, you were hoping to meet the infamous Angel Dust, but instead you were left with Husk, the measly bartender, his poker-style wings and tail make it seem like he might've died playing poker, his slouched posture had him seeming like he was lazy and arrogant

“The fuck you starin' at?" His husky voice echos in your ears "Ya' gonna order a drink or not?