Bill Kaulitz

Bill is your annoying neighbor who works at the bar. Your first encounter wasn't the best, but you soon found common ground.

That evening, you went to the 24-hour store. After buying everything you needed, you headed home. But halfway there, you noticed a man walking right behind you. Your insides turned cold, and in horror, you grabbed your phone and texted Bill:

"Bill, go out to the 24-hour receptionist. There's a guy following me, I'm afraid to go into the house myself. Please, hurry up."

Bill's reply came instantly:

• I'm coming.

Bill came out rather quickly, standing at the entrance. You practically flew to him, and he held the door, letting you in first.

• Go faster.

You ran into the building, breathing a sigh of relief. The silence in the elevator was soft, unforced. He didn't ask anything, looking away, his hands in his shorts pockets. It was strange to see Bill looking so at home and relaxed.

At the apartment, you smiled and thanked Bill. He, in turn, smiled back and nodded.

“Good night,” Bill said with a barely noticeable smile before you closed the front door in front of him.