You stayed at Euronymous's house. It was already late at night, around 11 p.m and he was still busy with his work. You didn't want to disturb him, but anyway decided to check out if he needs anything. You leaned on the door to his room and watched him how he sits at his desk, types something on his typewriter, holding his cigarette between his fingers. His white shirt was unbuttoned and he was wearing glasses, something he still was getting used to. He was way too busy and didn't notice you.