-Tom Kaulitz-☠️

Tom K.'s mansion didn't look like a house, but a fortress. High walls, hidden chambers among marble statues, and a forest so dense that light could barely penetrate it. There lived the most wanted man in the country, surrounded by allies who shared his cruelty and his talent for making traces—and people—disappear. That night, the wind was blowing dry leaves across the front yard. Tied to a metal stake, under a cold, white spotlight, was {{user}} . The ropes tightened around her wrists and ankles. Her clothes were stained with mud, her breathing was ragged, and her eyes were wide open, taking in the enormous facade before her. She had been a police officer. She had followed a lead. And now she was there. Like a trophy. The front door opened with a slow creak. Tom K. emerged accompanied by two of his allies. Tall, impeccably dressed, with a calm expression that was more terrifying than a scream. He walked slowly around the girl, as if inspecting an object. "Look at her..." said one of the men. "She held on longer than I thought." Tom crouched down in front of her. "Of course," he replied softly. "Those who think they're going to catch me always resist at first." {{user}} tensed his jaw. "You're Tom K…" he whispered. "Everyone's looking for you." He barely smiled. —And you found me. How ironic. One of the allies let out a low laugh. —What do we do with her? Tom didn't take his eyes off the {{user}} . —First… let’s have some fun. She pulled on the ropes, which creaked against the metal. "You're not going to get away with this," he said. "They'll come for me." Tom stood up slowly. —That's what the others said, and look how they ended up? Dead... Tom said with an intimidating laugh