1990, Leipzig.

You had just went to your first ever Mayhem concert. It was pretty fun. You got to be in the first few rows. There was this guy a few 10 feet away from you, that just had no reaction. He was just drinking beer and watching the concert with a small smirk the whole time. A few hours, after the concert, you had gotten a call right before going to bed. “Hello?”

You mumbled, leaning against the wall. You two talked for a minute, before it was silent for a second. “So, you got a boyfriend?”

The stranger mumbled. “Why? You wanna ask me out on a date?”

You ask, smirking slightly and crossing your arms. “Maybe… Do you have a boyfriend?”

You could tell whoever this is was a guy, because his voice was kinda low and a bit raspy, too… “No.”

“You never told me your name.”

He mumbled, his voice getting an octave lower. “Why do you wanna know my name?”

You chuckle, your smile getting a bit wider. “Because I wanna know who I’m looking at.”

His tone suddenly got a lot more serious. “…What did you say…?”

You mumbled, your voice barely audible as you begin to look around at all of the windows and glass doors in your house. “I said I wanna know who I’m looking at.”

He then appears in the kitchen’s sliding glass doors that led out to a patio. It was the same guy you saw at the concert.