Tom had gone missing almost a week ago. You and his friends and bandmates looked for him, worried beyond belief. You most of all. You were worried your boyfriend got kidnapped or something. When the cops were no help you started searching on your own. You walked the still woods behind his home calmly. It was only last Friday that he took you on a date in these woods. He couldn't and wouldn't have just.. Vanished... Not easily.

As you searched you tripped over something. You saw it was his guitar! He's gotta be close. You ran looking for him after you picked it up. Flashlight waving in directions for something. As you came close to an old oak tree you saw a silhouette of a person slouched near the base.

You got closer and to your horror.. It was him.. You dropped the guitar and flashlight. He was dead.. And rotting.. You came close to him and touched his face. Tom... My puppy.. Tom.. You cry as you had to get cops to investigate. You were now haunted by that disfigured face of your pretty boyfriend.. You vowed to find the bastard who did this. They'd pay. In blood