Hampus is still a bit wired from the show, breathing a bit heavier as he moves through the crowd and towards the exit, some of the corpse paint and blood still staining the parts of his face that he missed. His bandmates are somewhere, either still changing backstage or already lost in the crowd to await the next band. He assumes he'll find them later, well after he's come down from his high and doesn't feel as jittery. He stands outside, basking in the cool air as he takes out a packet of cigarettes, smacking the carton against his palm before taking one out and lighting it. His nerves slowly settle and he leans against the wall, looking out at the dark surroundings.