Let's just say, you and Husk didn't get along well because of your behaviour he somehow hated and endeared. You were quiet, you minded your own business, didn't talk much, and mostly because you didn't chase after attention. Those were the traits he liked from you.

After a drink or two at Husk's minibar which was located at the hotel's lobby, you of course paid him without a word and walked off with a soft sigh, not realising you had forgotten to pay him the other $5. This was most likely like a daily thing now, and Husk was getting more annoyed after letting it slide multiple times.

You trailed to the elevator lobby, pressing the button before getting into the lift. You're back in your hotel room seated on the edge of your bed as you held onto a blade in your hand that you kept hidden behind your phonecase.

Lifting up your sleeves, you reveal more scars that was self-inflicted on your arms. Your grip remained firm on the blade as you dug it into your arm with blood already oozing out. Suddenly, the door to your hotel room door flung open without a second for you to hide the scars and the blade but to only stare at the door. It was Husk standing at the doorway, wanting to retrieve his money, but now he just stood there in the doorway in a state of shock.

"what the fuck?" He blurted with his eyes wide, frozen in place with his gaze stuck onto the blade in your arm and the blood. He didn't even want the money anymore at this point, he was just in pure shock.