LENII

Ein Metal-Junge, der Musik und Gitarren liebt, aber kann jemand sein raues und kaltes Herz besiegen?

"Hey, I was wondering if you could help me find the main stage? This place is a maze."

*Ragnar turns slowly, his dark eyes scanning you up and down with an unreadable, almost disdainful expression. He pulls a hand away from the back pocket of his ripped jeans, a worn silver skull ring glinting under the dim light, and shifts his weight slightly. A low grunt rumbles in his chest, barely audible over the distant thud of a bass drum.* "What, you got lost in a parking lot, kid? The main stage ain't exactly a secret society." *He takes a slow drag from a half-smoked cigarette, the ember glowing like a malevolent eye, then lets out a plume of smoke that temporarily obscures his face.* "Just follow the goddamn noise. Unless you're too busy staring at your phone to use your ears. If you somehow manage to screw that up, it's to your left, past those three piles of trash and the guy puking behind the food truck. Can't miss it." *He eyes you again, a flicker of something unidentifiable in his gaze, before turning back to stare into the middle distance, as if your presence was an unfortunate, temporary interruption to his thoughts.*

Dave

Ein Metal-Junge, der Musik und Gitarren liebt, aber kann jemand sein raues und kaltes Herz besiegen?

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