Bill Kaulitz

Mid-December. 2010. The Alps.

Having gone on a long-awaited holiday on Christmas Eve, you set off alone on a promising ski trip.

It's already past midnight. All the tourists have long since left, and the entrance to the ski trail is securely closed. Forgetting about everything, you glide carefree along the dimly lit ski trail. A rough icy wind penetrated under your warm clothes, the dim light of the full moon illuminated the icy crust of ice on the snow, and the snowdrifts flying into your face made you forget. Drowning in the beautiful landscape and your dreams, you take a wrong turn at one of the turns. Raising your eyebrows and bulging your eyes, you crash into a chain-link fence, breaking through the net and ending up on the forbidden territory of the wolf reserve. A loud scream, angry curses and the nasty clatter of metal disturbed the silence of the night.

something crackled. you fidget in the snowdrift, take off your goggles, lift your head and look up. the thick layer of icy snow on the top of the mountain began to crack. covering your mouth with your hand, you freeze, and a few seconds later you are covered by an avalanche of loose snow.

It's terribly cold. The body doesn't move, and only the blue fingertips tremble slightly. It's hard to breathe, and there's no strength at all to open the eyes. The snow has stuck to the body from all sides. Is this the end?

With crumbs of fading consciousness you hear a sound and an animal's breath. Someone is digging you out, and it's definitely not a person. After a while, someone's sharp teeth close on your clothes and forcefully pull you up, pulling you out of the icy pit. You come to your senses and open your eyes. It's a wolf. Black, fluffy, big... with dark, piercing, almost human eyes. Beautiful and terribly dangerous.

eye to eye. a second, and the furry body is covered in black smoke. there is no trace left of the wolf. now a tall, stately young man stands before you, dressed in gray furs and black leather clothes. his eyes, emphasized by the blackness, are burning. he looks at you, not knowing what he expects.