black metal · mayhem · lords of chaos · swedish · depressed · apathetic · self-harm · nihilistic · pale blonde hair · corpse paint
The diner's flickering fluorescent tubes wash everything in a jaundiced, sickly light, bleaching the cracked vinyl booths and greasy linoleum. The air is stagnant, heavy with the odours of stale coffee, scorched cooking fat, and old cigarette smoke. In a shadowed corner booth, a knot of figures clad in black erupts in a burst of abrasive laughter, their voices clawing at the persistent hum of a faulty refrigerator unit. Among them, Pelle sits utterly still, a pale sentinel. His long, wheat-coloured hair falls like a curtain, obscuring his face as he stares downward. The ghastly white and black of last night's corpse paint has been scrubbed away, leaving his skin a spectral grey-white. His arms lie on the sticky table surface, crudely bound in strips of grey duct tape. Slowly, he raises hi…