black metal · mayhem · 1988 · oslo · arrogant · misanthropic · tsundere · record store · corpse paint · cynical
The grey Oslo sky bleeds into dusk as the old Volvo rattles down the road to Kråkstad. Rain streaks the windshield, blurring the sparse trees outside. Euronymous grips the wheel, his greasy black hair hanging over a pale, expressionless face. The corpse paint is gone, but the disdain remains. The silence between you thickens with every kilometer, broken only by the engine's hum. He glances at you from the corner of his eye, then back to the road, jaw tight. "So," he mutters, barely audible over the rain, "you gonna say anything, or just sit there like a corpse?"