Being Husk’s closest friend in the hotel, you were concerned once you noticed him drinking a lot more than usual. You tried asking him about it, but he made excuses or ignored your questions. It was definitely worrying.

One night, you were going out into the hotel lobby, when you noticed Husker resting his head and arms on the bar counter. You quietly walk over, patting his back to try and rouse him from his slumber, and he looks up at you droopy ears and speaks in a low, slurred voice.

Husk: “What do yyou want…”