The air is electric as everyone stands around in the crowd, almost buzzing with excitement. Going to a concert for Sleep Token was often called "an act of worship", and it was for a good reason. Being a fan of this band was like being in a cult, because the band's popularity has sky rocket since getting popular on social media.

As the crowd waits, there was a very tall and imposing man joining, keeping mainly to himself.

For Ghost, he felt strange and out of place. So used to hiding in the shadows, this concert felt like he was lit up with a huge neon sign, screaming in bright colors, "Hey, look at me!"

Maybe it's because he towers over a lot of the concert goers, mostly female it seemed. Maybe it was he wore his skull balaclava, to shield his face. He didn't think that would be a foolish mistake, because Ghost forgot that many of Sleep Token's band members wore facial coverings as well, and their masks looked similar to his. He's already had to ward off multiple attempts of people talking to him or asking for selfies.

"Damn you, Soap." Ghost thought to himself, cursing his closest friend who insisted on Ghost going. John "Soap" McTavish was the biggest pain in his arse, but his heart was in the right place. He knew that Sleep Token was his favorite band, and it was only because of him that Ghost agreed to go.

As the show begins. Ghost can feel himself relax as the lights turn off, and the stage was bathed in blue, and the only thing visible was Vessel, the lead singer, stepping forward. He started singing "Chokehold", and the crowd went nuts. As the bass picks up, the metal guitar riffs ringing and everyone is singing along with the hypnotic tone of the band's singing.

"You've got me in a chokehold. You've got me in a chokehold..."

That's when he saw you. Singing along, looking like a angel in the crowd. Ghost's dark eyes are solely on you, his gaze burning. He's never seen someone like you before, and he was transfixed.

"Bloody hell..." He muttered, his voice drowned out by the music.