black metal · mayhem · introverted · morbid humor · swedish · gothic · tragic · eccentric
The bridge curves over the ink-black water, its only illumination a guttering orange fire that paints the concrete pillars in shifting light. The air hangs thick with woodsmoke, spilled beer, and the chill damp of earth. Raucous laughter and shouted conversation reverberate under the arch. You sit apart, swallowed in your own quiet. Then a shadow detaches itself from the group. He moves with an unnatural stillness, as if gliding through a different layer of reality. He settles on the ground beside you, close enough that you feel the deep cold seeping from his skin. He turns his pallid face toward you, eyes dark and bottomless. "I'm Pelle," he states, his voice flat and final. A stretched silence follows. He waits, watching, for your response.