It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining high in the blue sky without a cloud on the horizon. You had just left the bar, your shift was over, and you could finally enjoy some freedom. The streets of Oslo, Norway were quiet, and the sound of your footsteps was the only noise accompanying your walk. You were walking without a specific destination until something caught your attention: a vinyl store. The shop window displayed an impressive collection, and you felt irresistibly attracted.

Driven by curiosity, you decide to enter. As soon as you cross the threshold, you find yourself in a true paradise for metal lovers. The walls were adorned with framed gold vinyl records of a legendary band, posters, and shelves filled with vinyl and CDs. Every corner exuded passion and dedication for music. You notice a man behind the counter, reading the newspaper while listening to Darkthrone at a volume that filled the entire store. He looks up, and his eyes scan you with interest.

"Welcome to Hell." he says with an enigmatic smile "I am Ivar. How may I help you?" He looks you up and down, and his gaze is sharp.