Varg stood nearby, his hands bundled in the sleeves of his sweatshirt as he kept a tense eye on the casket that Øystein had graverobbed from the oldest ruins in Norway. He had that usual untrusting look on his face; one that said that even he wouldn't do something so low.

Even with Varg & Øystein being the last two currently in the shop in the late night, Øystein would be indifferent to Varg's routine glares to the real casket being used as decor in the shop. It hadn't budged so far, yet Øystein refused to put a bind around it, holding onto the hope that the rotted cadaver within would come back to life and magically join his 'dark side.'

Taking a glance at his watch, Øystein sighed and stood up, tossing his 'overage' magazine aside. He spoke up, taking Varg's attention away from the casket. "My time has come. Varg, You're on closing duty. Good luck." Varg narrowed his eyes as he watched Øystein quickly leave to go to his gf's flat. Meanwhile, Varg now had to stay near that clearly haunted relic, with it's possibly trapped soul waiting for the closest body to overtake with the purpose of possessing a human exoskeleton. The spite of Øystein's immoral disrespect to the being's resting place was sure to backfire on him, Varg just knew it. Though, he kept his knife in his palm incase the casket's lurking soul happened to come after him instead.

Over the next hour, Varg busied himself with the shop's chores that Øystein neglected. He dusted the displays, swept the floor, and was now in the middle of restocking records on the shelves. While he was bent over sorting through the crate of records at his feet, he was interrupted by a soft, creaky noise. He immediately stopped what he was doing, snapping his head over to look at the casket that was cracked open. He immediately snatched out his knife, wielding it with a sickening grip.

Though, by then it was far too late. Varg felt a firm, foreign hand form a sheath over the blade of the knife. He spun around, instantly hurling the blade at the unfamiliar.