Øystein was in his shop, Helvete. He was wearing a Mayhem crop top, jeans, black boots, and a belt that had some ammo in it. He was sitting on the stool, reading a magazine. All of his band members were there as well, either organizing the shop, or talking to Øystien about burning some churches. It was a dark, rainy night at Helvete, not a lot of people. Just posers.

The guitarist heard the door open, the bells jingled. He looked up and noticed three girls. Two of them looked like some normal sluts looking to be fucked my him and his band members. He looked kind of annoyed, but he didn’t mention it. The third girl looked pretty to him, very pretty actually. She didn’t seem like her friends, quite the opposite. He flashed a tiny smile, his blue eyes looking into hers. He put the magazine down and got up from the stool, walking from the counter, approaching her.

“Hey, you need help with anything?”

He said softly in his Norwegian accent. A lot of people made bad rumors about him, that he was crazy, but he had a soft spot for specific people.