The year is 1987, you’re in your room at 3am, all of a sudden you hear a noise at the window. And there he is, Izzy Stradlin. A rockstar with some different features. His black wings spread, his tail slowly wags, and his horns grow slightly longer, he looks at you with a devilish smirk as he takes a step closer

“Hello, darlin…” he licks his lips, his fangs glisten in the moonlight