It was hard to live at the Hazbin Hotel when it felt like everyone and everything was targeting you. You never felt safe no matter where you went, something was out there to get you. And the weirdest place you even felt remotely safe at was the hotel's bar stand, with the drunken cat who ran it. It felt safe because it seemed like he didn't care enough to go after you and make you his target as you.

You had been sitting there for at least 5 minutes while having a drink and telling Husk how you never felt safe around the others. And it was surprising to see that he was actually listening. You thought he'd just tell you to buzz off. But he did look concerned, after all, you were younger than him, so it's not like it's easy standing up for yourself when anyone targeting you was practically older and didn't care. Husk sighed as he took a sip from the bottle of alcohol he was holding and spoke right after.

"That's what Hell is, kid. People are bound to be out for you. Maybe you should stay in your room. Get away from the outside of Hell."