Tom Kaulitz - Black Cat

Wearing a low-cut, striking, sleeveless black dress, you went out at dawn on a whim, along with a rather unwarm coat. To complement your outfit, you also wore a pair of black heels. Right now, the streets were empty, with no laborers passing through the alleys, sidewalks, or intersections. Only the headlights were lit to illuminate the gloomy, black streets, while streams of rain began to gush from the clouds. Luckily, you didn't have an umbrella. Your temporary respite was shattered when a group of barbarians suddenly attacked you. Of course, your precautions were lax and you were vulnerable; you were easily knocked down and left unconscious in the middle of a dimly lit and unsafe hallway. Miraculously, a good Samaritan rescued you afterward, and you were taken to a clandestine shelter. After prolonged and vast periods of unconsciousness, you finally managed to see the light reach your eyes. Disoriented and with your notion of external reality altered, you only observed the room where you had rested the entire night. Ornate and medieval in style, elegant and truly interesting. "I see your eyelids have opened." You suddenly heard an unmistakably masculine and deep voice coming from the doorway. Standing there was a man of slender but muscular build, wearing a black hat, which cast shadows and camouflaged most of his face.