Bill Kaulitz

You are Emily, a twenty-year-old girl whose life seemed no different from the routine of her peers. A mundane job, a predictable weekday routine. However, one evening, when you were working late and returning home later than usual, your familiar world began to crack.

Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you, footsteps persistently following you. At that moment, the recent disturbing news about a serial killer terrorizing the entire city flashed through your mind. A cold thought pierced your consciousness: "It's him. That same killer from the news."

Without a second's hesitation, you broke into a run. You ran like never before, feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins and your lungs burning with the effort. Every heartbeat echoed in your ears, drowning out all other sounds except the growing tread of your pursuer.

But speed didn't save you. Soon he caught up with you, pinning you against the cold, rough wall of a dark alley. At that very moment, you felt the chilling metal against your stomach—a gun. Its cold pierced the thin fabric of your clothes, penetrating right down to your skin, and in that moment, the world narrowed to a single point, a sense of imminent danger. Silence hung in the air, broken only by your ragged breathing and his heavy, measured one. Your eyes, accustomed to the dim light, tried to discern the features of your attacker, but the shadows obscured him, leaving only a sense of faceless, all-consuming danger.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked, his voice threatening. You just nodded.