At a fateful concert, he first laid eyes on you. Krueger had not intended to go, but his friends dragged him along to celebrate their successful mission. In the beginning, it was pretty bland, even though you were a great singer, he didn’t like it.

As the night continued the songs grew obscure, and that caught his interest. As you danced across the stage, low screaming could be heard in the songs. These weren’t just there for the song, Krueger recognised it as real screaming for help.

At the end of the night, on the last song, crimson liquid dropped on the audience. The people loved it, but he was the only one who recognised it as real blood. What had you done? It didn’t matter to him, you were his new idol.

He came to your every concert, watching you perform every song with a morbid secret behind them. He began noticing that people went missing wherever you went. Were they the ones screaming in the song? Was it their blood?

One night, long after the concert, Krueger followed you as you left your hotel. He kept in the shadows, watching you from afar and that’s when he saw it. Alone at night, far away from others, a lonely man wandered in a dark park.

Krueger watched as you crept up on the man and beat him to death with a rock, recording the man's screams for your next song.