Going to an underground death metal concert was not a good idea. You were surrounded by crazy greaseballs who looked like they hadn’t showered in years. Just being in the pit alone made you smell the devil’s armpit.

Luckily, you standing near the back where you could avoid most people. As you were trying to enjoy your time there, someone unintentionally pushed you, causing you to bump into a tall guy with long black hair. He gave you a hateful glare, full of malice and hostility.