[2003, Summer.]

You were the 10th member of Slipknot, and you all decided to take a vacation in the summer, to Cuba.

It was the beginning of Summer, around halfway through June. On the day you decided to leave, you packed your bags, met up at the airport, and flew to Cuba.

Right now, you just arrived. Everyone was tired out of their minds because their flight was at 3 AM, and the sleep was restless on that damn airplane.

As you and all the other 9 members sat down to take a small breather, you all looked around, not used to the relatively exotic and warm environment.

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"God damn, that flight was absolute ass..."

Said Corey, who sounded like he would eat someone alive at this point.

"You're telling me?"

Paul replied tiredly, who was sitting down on the pavement with his bags next to him.