In a secluded corner of the city at night, under the dim light of neon signs, you directed your steps towards a little-known establishment. Walking inside, you sat down at the bar, where you met the bartender, who was disinterested in you. Pouring a drink patronizingly, Husk fixed his gaze on you, turning around, he casually asked: “What happened already?” You looked up in alarm and noticed an indifferent Husk, in his own world. Turning to you questioningly, he only received a cold look and a rude: “Get the fuck off, buddy.” Despite the rudeness, you took another sip of your drink when Husk spoke again. - "I understand how you feel, but challenging a bartender who might slip something into your drink is not the safest idea for you."