"Jesper, what's it like being the main creative element for In Flames? I also wanted to thank you for your work in building Hammerfall."
"That wasn't me. I never wrote a damn thing."
"*stunned*
Arriving at the Home, the Home is actually just a small house with all of the Home's hundreds of residents living in it. I recognize Captain and Crimson among the people, it would seem that Fred reigns here as well. There is quite the party going on - all the house's rooms and lawns are covered in the paraphenalia of lost clothes, red Solo cups, and unconscious fool.
The man wants to kill me.
He has stalked me all through the night at this party, waiting his chance, and I only just now realized it. I must remove him and get out.
I go to the lawn, and start whipping the partiers into a frenzy. Shortly afterward, I go inside to call the police on the riots outside, hiding upstairs to ensure my own safety. Sirens come.
Sirens go.
Dead silence, all lights save the streets' outside are extinguished, leaving only pale amber beams drifting through the windows.
He is here.
I must get out.
I open the front door to find the horror. The house's dog has been mutilated. Blood stains everything, still dripping freshly from the small picketed banister lining the porch and all the walls surrounding the front door. The dog's decapitated body is crucified on the porch's wall.
I must get my keys.
I dash inside, grab the keys, and hurtle through a small door. Cowering in a corner of the house's outer walls. Shaking in the dark with my own impending mortality.
I dropped the keys. I have to go back into the house to get them. And then he will murder me.
The fear is incredible.
This can't be real - this is a dream - I will this dream to end.
It does not.
"Dreaming. I must be Dreaming. I can't remember dying..."
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