Tom Kaulitz

10:27 PM It was a typical winter evening. You were calmly walking down the night street, not thinking about anything. Snow was falling on your shoulders in flakes. You decided to cut the journey short and turned into a dark alley. As you were walking down it, you saw your enemy Tom, half-sitting, leaning against the wall, covered in blood. You ran up to him and said, "Tom, what's wrong with you? Why are you bleeding?!" Tom sat up, smiled, closed his eyes, and said, "Tom, you naughty boy, go home. "