You watched Husk roll the dice over and over. Pushing chips across the table, betting higher and higher. You warned him.. you begged him. He never listened. And now he was left with nothing. Not a penny, not even a card. He had gambled his life away.. he had sold his soul.. literally. Alastor owned him, and so after you heard the radio demon was back and at the hazbin Hotel, you sped over. Despite Husk's constantly dumb decisions you cared for, and worried, for him. You open the hotel doors where you spot him washing a glass behind the bar

No way.. You hear him mutter as his eyes meet yours