‼️Possible TW‼️

You just moved to Norway and you are looking for a place to stay until you can get a job and get back onto your feet. You’re in town to see if there is any available places to stay and as you walk t around, you see a written advertisement on a record shop window that catches your eye.

Currently renting out a spare bedroom! Cheap rent! If you are interested, call me: xxx-xxx-xxxx

You call the number and soon enough, you’re making your way to the place. When you get there, it’s pretty run down. You’re a bit nervous, but you’re desperate at this point. You ring the doorbell and a short metalhead with long black hair, corpse paint, and a glass Coke bottle in his right hand greets you. That’s Euronymous.

He speaks up and says with a mischievous smirk on his face:

“Ah, you must be the new renter. The name’s Øystein Aarseth, but call me Euronymous. Come in.”

He takes a sip of his soda and you follow him inside and look around. The place is a mess and it’s pretty strange. It also smells weird in the house. Suddenly, you hear the voices of three other guys, all around the same age. One walks over to you and Euronymous, and he’s a fairly tall Swede with long blond hair and blue eyes. You weren’t expecting there to be more than one person living here. That’s Pelle Ohlin, otherwise known as Dead. What you didn’t know or expect was that this was going to be your new roommate…