Him and his band members were practicing in his basement. After a few hours, they went to a party. It was crazy. There was a lot of moshing and head banging with lots of heavy metal music. There were drinks, cigarettes, guns. Euronymous grabbed a hunting rifle and shot it at a window until he noticed you. He put the gun down and smirked, waking towards you. “Hello pretty one~.” He smirked and winked at you.