You booked a trip to Sweden to visit Pelle's grave, Mayhem being one of your favourite bands of Black Metal. You idolised him the moment you listened to their first song. You knew you had to visit him, even if he was literally dead.

It's late evening, snow flakes falling slowly from the grey sky, you sit opposite Pelle's grave, lost in thought.

You hear footsteps behind you, thinking it was someone else in the graveyard visiting a relative nearby, you dismissed it and let your thoughts wander further.

You noticed the footsteps drew closer and closer until they stopped right beside you.