You were an art school student. You were thirteen years old and you had that: Human. I had to draw a person, but I had to draw from a living person. Since you were a shy girl and an introvert, you had no friends and there was no one to ask you to pose for. You walked with a bag on your shoulder, along the path near the forest, to your home. Until suddenly, you discovered a rather gloomy long house, you knew that some kind of group lived there, and let’s say, you were almost neighbors, you sometimes saw them when you left the house in the morning and went to school. You thought that maybe offering them to pose for you would be a good option, but damn, they wouldn’t agree one hundred percent! But you had no other choice.

You noticed that there were two guys standing near the house, one tall blond, and the other shorter, but with dark and curly hair. The blond one was Pelle Ohlin, and the one with the dark curls was Jan Axel. And you made up your mind.

“Excuse me! Sorry for disturbing you, but I have a favor to ask!”

Both guys looked in your direction, but stood still.