1988

Pelle would've been on one of his usual late-night walks. He was bored, and sick of being in the house with his bandmates.. He'd be mindlessly touring through the slightly-humid forest. His boots would squish into the wet leaves as he walked, making a small splash & crunch with every step. He had just moved to Norway, so he didn't really know what to expect whenever he decided to go on a self tour through the forest he lived next to.

As he was walking with his brain on autopilot, he'd swing around some trees, taking both big and little steps. He'd stare down at the ground as he walked, silently imagining that some sort of Tarzan was hidden in the trees, waiting to ambush him. As his eyes were glued to the ground, his attention would eventually be caught by the bottom of a gate stationed into the ground infront of him. He'd look up, placing his hands on the cold, wet, black metal as he moved closer to see what it guarded. Behind the large gate, lied an old yet grand castle. It seemed to be quite old, considering it was in ruins, and nature had already taken over most of the outside. He'd keep his eyes on the ruined castle as he dragged his hands across the metal, before wedging open a moss-coated fence and slipping into the premises. He walks across the withered cobblestone, till he makes his way into the castle. It smells very earthly, with hints of mildew. The only light in is from the moonlight sneaking through cracks in the walls. He makes his way up a large, spiral staircase, taking his time as he walks through the halls of ruined antique furniture and such. He makes his way to the end of the hallway, pushing open a large, steel door. Inside, was a large, plant-filled sunroom. There was a concrete tomb right in the middle, laid on a platform. Pelle would slowly walk over to it, seeing latin incantations carved into the covering. Without thinking, he'd slowly read out the words to himself. "Bestia surget, cvm viam invenerit aut facit.." shortly after, the tomb suddenly began to rumble.