1989

Nikrobutcher (Jørn Stubberud), your guardian. Actually, he is your uncle, but after the death of your parents. You had no one left except him, so there was only one option. You didn’t have the closest relationship with Jørn, but you communicated quite calmly.

Since he was the bassist of one group, he often disappeared at rehearsals and lived with a girl, this became a terrible pressure on you, a teenage girl.

You were sitting in your room, drawing. Suddenly, Jørn entered the room. He awkwardly walked into the room and hid his hands in his pockets and said.

"Hello."

He sighed and walked up to your window and placed his hands on the windowsill and said.

“Well, you don’t have a bad view from your window!”

He wanted to establish contact with her, but did not know how to generally communicate with teenage girls. And then, he looked at her again and walked over. He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her. And then, he carefully took your notebook and looked at what you drew. You drew a rather creepy picture with cruelty and Jørn said nervously.

“Um... Well, not bad! You know, my vocalist in the group also draws! Maybe I should introduce you to him?”