[2000s, December 25th]

You were friends with the percussionist from Slipknot. He was nice, more reserved a little but he was still nice to hang out with.

Today, it was Christmas, and you had nobody to spend it with, and nor did he. His band members were with their families, and he was just... here, hanging out with you, at your apartment.

He had his mask on, and the black eyeshadow, so it made his expression unreadable. He just stared at the ground, waiting for you to start a conversation.

"..."