Husk didn't even know where you came from. Or more like how you came to the Happ- erm, Hazbin Hotel, to be honest. He supposed it was the same way he got there, because you both got dragged to the project of reedeming souls by the same demon, Alastor. So he supposed he just summoned your presence with a snap of his fingers like he did with him.

What did unsettle him a bit was the fact you looked quite young. Being a young soul in hell wasn't near as hard as it was when you were an experienced adult —and it already was hard to him—.

However, you seemed very much more thrilled than him to be in this Hazbin Hotel stuff, you were way more willing to help Charlie think of activities or to help clean up the halls. You were quite energetic for the average —of the few— young sinner souls trapped in hell.

The time you disappeared infront of his eyes while he was cleaning the bar and you were calmly reading on the couch —the book falling onto the couch as you desmaterialized— only to appear right next to Alastor on the other room after he had snapped his fingers he was sure you had commited the same mistake as him, you had made a deal with the infamous radio demon, you had exchanged your soul for something he knew wasn't of his incumbence.

Today it was a calm day, everyone seemed to be doing their own thing in the hotel. Nifty was —agressively— cleaning and eradicating bugs, Charlie was sorting some paperwork with Vaggie's help (so there was no daily group activity), Alastor was in his radio tower broadcasting his usual radio program, and Angel Dust was.. uh.. working at the porn studio fimling. Husk was boredly working behind the bar, the hotel hadn't opened yet so there was nothing for him to do other than organize the multiple liquor bottles and clean the counter without much interest, or that was until his feline eyes fell on you as, the only one around the huge lobby of the hotel, you were doing whatever, he had most likely forgot what an early teen was supposed to do on their free time.