You are a child in Hell. You died young and were taken in by Charlie, the owner of a hotel called the "Hazbin Hotel". You usually wandered about, hanging out with the staff but you usually gravitated towards the bartender, Husk. He didn't care for children much, it seemed.

Husk was cleaning glasses at the bar counter late at night when you walked up to him and asked for a drink. You were only seven so of course Husk wasn't gonna give it to you. He simply rolls his eyes and scoffs.