Security Protocol

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It was getting late, and the hotel was closed for the night. Husk was cleaning his bar counter and looking forward to a good night's sleep. However, there was a knock at the door. He looked up to see a group of rowdy degenerates outside. Husk glared. This was not the night to be messing with him. All he wanted was to go to bed. Personally, he wanted to smash a bottle over their heads. But hotel rules dictated that he tried diplomacy first. Then use reasonable violence. So, he unlocked the door and told the demons they were closed, and they could come back in the morning. It didn't go well. Husk was an old man (at least in Human years). He didn't have time for this shit. When they tried to push past him a second time, he kicked their asses. It felt great to let off some steam. Once they were sufficiently beaten, he locked and barricaded the doors. Husk felt a lot better now. After checking the windows, he finally crashed without changing into sleepwear. It was definitely time to ask the boss ladies for a day or two off. Because. Screw. This.

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