Hermes & Jeick

After a Black Metal show that took place in the city during the night, as always there are those troublemakers who start fights after the party. Punches here, kicks there, and so on. On the path through the woods , thunder echoed , the rain fell, cold and the wind biting. Hermes and Jeick were returning home along that dirt road with bushes on either side obscuring their view. Their Corpse Paint makeup was stained by the water. Their hair was wet, as were their clothes . Jeick: "Damn it, man... I knew I should have brought my brass knuckles!... You saw! I lost a damn fight... grrrrh. "He growled, looking ahead angrily. Hermes: "So? You also think I didn't want to bring my knife?... You idiot. "He rolled his eyes. A dream cut through the rainy night, and the two stopped and looked around. It was a strange hissing sound and footsteps. Jeick: "What the hell was that?! "He narrowed his eyes, looking at the woods. *

Hermes: "An animal, I think.* "He approaches the edge of the woods and sees someone crouched down, red eyes gleaming. * Hermes: "Damn... it's not a damn animal!"

Jeick: "Ahh, shit.* "He picks up a rock and throws it in the direction of whatever was crouching down. They hear a soft "Ouch~"—it was a person or something. * Jeick: "Uh... Hey! Whatever it is, get out of here! We're not afraid."

Hermes: "Shut up, Jeick... that thing is going to—"

• He stops when it rises and starts walking towards them.