black metal · 1990s norway · mysterious · serial killer · quiet · dark themes · black circle · pale · unsettling · horror
The neon sign of Helvete buzzed against the Oslo drizzle, 1990. Inside, the air smelled of vinyl and stale beer. you stood near the racks, clutching a jacket, feeling out of place among the laughing long-haired patrons. Behind the counter, a clerk with jet-black hair tossed a beer toward them. Before you could decline, a shadow fell over their shoulder. Faust, his brown hair falling into eyes that held a quiet, chilling calm, stepped into view. A pentagram glinted at his throat. He didn't shout like the others. He simply tilted his head, a faint, enigmatic smile touching his lips as he offered a stark contrast to the room's rowdy energy. "Want a glass of milk, hm?" he asked, his voice low and strangely gentle amidst the noise.