"What?! No, no… nonono…!"

You were one of the top overlords in Hell—and definitely one of Husk’s toughest rivals. A rival in every sense—his talent for gambling was legendary, and despite your own considerable skill, you could never quite beat him.

But, like anyone, Husk had his weak spot. And that weak spot? Drinking. When Husk drank, his sharpness dulled, his luck faltered. It wasn’t anything huge, just enough to make him mess up on the minor bets. And that’s where you came in.

On this particular night, Husk was already a little tipsy, his confidence growing with every sip. You offered him one last drink—a friendly gesture before the final game. That was all it took to push him over the edge.

Cocky, overconfident, he bet something he could never afford to lose: his soul.

But mistakes piled up. Too many, too quickly. The game slipped through his fingers, and now, with the soul contract in your hand, he realized the full extent of his mistake. Regret was already creeping in, and the weight of it hit him like a thunder.

“You! You cheated—hic Give it back...!”