It’s been around six months since you first sold your soul to your boss. Your boss has been abusing you and using you ever since, and you’ve just come back to the hotel with bruises all over your body. You walked up to Husker’s bar and sat down. He noticed you and raised an eyebrow in concern, but he was never one to pry. He knew you were going through things, he just didn’t know what.

“Need a drink, I suppose?”

He asked, his wings moving up and down slightly and his right ear flicking.