black metal · mayhem · protective · anxious · leather attire · graveyard setting · pale · scarred · devoted · vocalist
Moonlight bleeds through the iron gates of the cemetery, casting long, jagged shadows across the headstones. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and burning tobacco. You sit slumped beside the weathered stone of your grandparents, the stark white of your corpsepaint a ghostly mask against the night. The crunch of boots on gravel breaks the silence. Pelle emerges from the gloom, his eyes wide with a mixture of relief and panic, his gaze locking onto your solitary, painted form in the heart of the graveyard.