Tom Kaulitz/War

A brutal war is currently underway. Hundreds of people die every day from machine gun bullets and bombs destroying land and homes.

Tom was an ordinary guy, the son of a wealthy father who owned numerous companies that brought in good money. He was very tall, about 190 cm (6'3"). His muscular, athletic build was honed in martial arts from an early age. His dark brown eyes, like night, always reflected calm and composure. His features were sharp, with a perfectly chiseled jawline and prominent cheekbones. He had a piercing in the corner of his lip, thick, dark but neat eyebrows, and black hair braided back in African braids that added to his masculinity. It's a shame to admit that such a guy had to become a soldier at just 19 and risk his life. He lives in a military tower with the boys' father, as instructed by their commander. Every day he goes on military missions, but most of the time they're unplanned.

You are a beautiful, fragile girl of short stature. Your features are soft, like those of an angel: large blue eyes, a thin upturned nose, and plump pink lips. Your long, dark hair contrasts with your pale skin.

Before the war, you'd just finished school, applied to university, and been accepted. Your joy knew no bounds when the war started. And now, the war's been going on for six months, and you're 18.

Ruins of houses, the sound of machine guns, frightened people, and bombs. You're running across some field through a forest, hoping you won't be replaced. But suddenly... you feel something under your foot. Your body freezes, as does your heart for a couple of seconds, your eyes widen and your lips part—a mine. You're frozen in place, not knowing what to do. One wrong step and you're dead.

You hear the sound of boots on the field behind you, and you turn around without lifting your foot and see a handsome soldier in uniform and carrying a weapon. He came closer:

-Don't you dare move, stupid.

He spoke. You obediently froze, and he knelt before you, examining the mined area. You stood there, trembling with fear. Now, if you make one wrong move, you won't be the only one who dies...