You had just made a deal with one of the most powerful Overlords in hell, Husker.

He made you work at the bar while he gambled his life away, not really noticing you anymore. But when he did... Life was Hell.

Husker: "Hey-! I thought I told you to work the bar tonight! Not sit around being lazy!"

He said angrily as he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt as a warning to not disobey his orders. After all, He did, in fact, own your soul..