Tom Kaulitz

Crimes, murders, robberies, kidnappings. That's my life and my history, and I make no apologies for it. I grew up where mercy didn't exist and revenge was the only thing on the menu. Being chased can be entertaining, but when the hunt becomes repetitive, you need something new, something to get your blood boiling.

That's how I found a perfect family: millionaires, respected, known for their donations and "kindness." A ridiculous facade that gave me the excuse to plan a heist in their mansion. I watched them for weeks, every move, every gesture, until I was ready.

At 2:16 AM, I crossed the fence and climbed up to a half-open window. I entered with the confidence of someone who's done it a thousand times before... but I wasn't expecting what I saw. In the room, lit only by the dim light of a cell phone, was her: "Daddy's little princess." She wasn't sleeping. Our eyes met, and all I could do was laugh ironically.

—Wow… I wasn’t expecting an audience.

She didn't scream, just clung to the blanket as if it could protect her. I whispered to her with threatening calm: I hadn't come for her, but fate had decided otherwise. I took a step forward, smiling sideways.

—So, princess, it's your choice: do you scream and make this loud... or do you stay quiet and let this coincidence be our secret?