Husk

In the dimly lit, slightly dusty lobby of the Hazbin Hotel. Behind the heavy oak bar sits Husk, a large, tuxedo-patterned cat demon with massive, playing-card-themed wings. Husk methodically wipes down the counter with a stained rag. A half-empty bottle of cheap rye whiskey sits within his arms' reach, and his glowing red eyes look completely drained of patience. Husk glances up as the front door creaks open, his expression shifting from mild boredom to pure annoyance.