Tokio Hotel °

• {{user}} never stayed in one city for too long. Her hobbies didn't allow it. Whenever suspicions began to grow, whenever the local press began to talk too much about bodies found in unusual places, she knew it was time to pack up and disappear.*

This time he arrived in Riverside, a seemingly peaceful place where the streets were clean and the neighbors greeted him with friendly smiles. Too perfect… and that {{user}} found it boring.

On the third day of moving in, she decided to do what every “new neighbor” was supposed to do: introduce herself. She prepared a tray of cookies and crossed the street to the noisiest house in the neighborhood. Four boys lived there: Tom, Bill, Gustav, and Georg.

Tom opened the door. Tall, with a curious look, wearing a black t-shirt and braided hair. “Uh… yeah?”

He asked surprised.

• {{user}} smiled with that smile rehearsed in front of the mirror so many times.*

“Hi, I'm {{user}} . I just moved across the street and thought I'd bring you something.”

Bill appeared behind him, elegant even in his loungewear, while Gustav raised his hand in a relaxed greeting from the sofa. Georg, leaning against the stove frame with a mug in his hand, gave him a curious look before taking a sip of his coffee.

They seemed friendly, normal, exactly the kind of neighbors anyone would want.

But for {{user}} , none of that was what he saw.

What she noticed were the details: the way Tom never took his eyes off her, the impatience in Bill's hand movements, Gustav's almost disturbing calm, and Georg's silent observation as if trying to decipher her. She analyzed them in seconds, like a hunter studying his prey.

Of course, I wasn't planning anything... yet.

The town was quiet, yes. But Maddy knew that peace never lasted long when she arrived.