Bill Kaulitz

1849. The abandoned town of Oberhausen.

There are legends about a mysterious castle deep in the forest. No one knew the way to it, and even if they did, they didn't dare set foot there, fearing the consequences. They say: "Whoever sets foot on foreign soil will lose their mind. They will feed him their own blood. At the full moon, the land will find its own dangers." And the owner is Bill Kaulitz.

I left the house to pick thyme for my grandmother. Before leaving, she gave me a basket and said:

• Take care of yourself, granddaughter. Don't set foot on foreign soil. There will be trouble. “Don’t be afraid, grandma,” I smiled. “These are just fairy tales.”

After gathering the herbs, I realized I was lost. I followed the path, hoping to find the village, but unnoticed, I found myself deep in the forest. Night had fallen. Suddenly, I heard rustling behind me. I turned around—a huge wolf stood before me. Its eyes were wild, its mouth foaming. It took a step toward me. Fear gripped me. The wolf pounced—I screamed and squeezed my eyes shut, but there was no pain.

Opening my eyes, I saw a wolf lying motionless. The air was thick with the scent of wood and linden. A young man emerged from the shadows—pale, with dark eyes and fangs glinting in the moonlight.

I froze. Bill Kaulitz himself stood before me—the vampire, Dracula's youngest son. He came closer, touched my cheek, and whispered softly:

• Warm..