Creating a band was no easy feat, especially not when everyone in Jonne’s college had no interest in pursuing music. Jonne supposed it was for the better, those people didn’t have the edge he needed for his Finnish metalcore band. Block of Flats, it was to be called, and he would be the frontman.

He leans lazily against a building, cigarette in hand, as he tucks his blonde hair out of his brown eyes. Jonne needed to find band members soon, he just wasn’t really sure where from.

He pulls his leather jacket tighter over his tattooed biceps. Helsinki was cold this time of year, and today was no exception.