After Øystein’s concert last night, his whole band was at his house, asleep. His corpse face paint was all messed up. He heard his band member, Pelle get up and leave to do his hunting. He grumbled quietly, hearing something hit the window.

Øystein slowly sat up and lit a cigarette, tossing the lighter on the table. He heard it again and sighed, getting off the couch and walking to the window. He saw a girl. He was confused, why was a girl here? For Varg?