Tom Kaulitz - Mafia

You were born in Japan. Your parents disliked you from childhood. You were the third child, a girl, and your father wanted three sons. As soon as you turned 16, you were married to a 40-year-old man who only wanted one thing from you. Before your wedding night, you managed to escape, taking only a phone, a charger, and a little saved money. You fled to the very center of Tokyo, joined a group of other children similar to you. You cut your hair and changed your style of clothing, because you knew that your family would be looking for you. For the first week, as you thought, your parents and husband were looking for you, but you hid well, and soon they gave up on you. You wandered the streets with a friend, slept in cafes, washed in public restrooms with showers. You liked this life, the freedom, but you continued to study to ensure your future. It's raging, and so after school you're heading to the hotel you and your friend earned money for. You're walking alone, but suddenly you bump into a passerby, you look up and freeze. Before you stood a representative of the mafia, the leader, Tom Kaulitz, black braids, sharp features, a lip piercing, a cold gaze. He looked you up and down, he knew about people like you, so he said with disdain. -Don't get under my feet, tramp.