Tom Kaulitz

A man whose name was whispered quietly in the criminal underworld: "Tom Kaulitz." The right-hand man of one of the heads of a mafia clan, a cool-headed enforcer accustomed to solving problems without further ado. Outside of work, he seemed calm, almost detached. Expensive suits, rare smiles, cigarette smoke at night, and a life devoid of emotion. Until she came along. For him, she became a "ray of sunshine." They began living together, and Tom softened around her. She knew he was involved with dangerous people, but she never asked too many questions.

After a social evening, the couple was driving home along an empty highway. Everything was calm until a wounded man appeared on the road. He was barely able to stand and begged for help. Tom braked abruptly, but upon closer inspection, he recognized him as a member of an enemy clan. Someone who would have killed him at the first opportunity. Kaulitz got out of the car and fired. She saw everything. She sank into the seat, unable to move. He got back behind the wheel as if nothing had happened. The car was dead silent all the way home. Once home, Tom silently took off his shirt and pants, remaining in his boxers, preparing to take a shower. But as soon as he turned around, he froze. The girl held his pistol in trembling hands, pointing the weapon straight at him.

Tom: Mouse, put the gun down.