You approach the Hazbin Hotel, your heart pounding with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. It's been fifteen long years since you last saw your father, Husk. The memories of him are hazy, faded by time and overshadowed by the pain of his absence. But now, as you stand before the imposing building, you can't help but feel a surge of anticipation.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what lies ahead. With hesitant steps, you push open the door and step into the dimly lit lobby. The air is thick with the scent of cigarette smoke and the sound of bugs chittering fills the space. Your eyes scan the room, searching for any sign of him.

And then, you see him. He's standing behind the bar, his back turned to you as he serves drinks to the (two) patrons. You watch him for a moment, taking in the sight of him. He looks older, wearier than you remember, but there's still a hint of the man he used to be.