Bill Kaulitz

You grew up in a family with a tyrant father. He often beat you and punished you. You always had to be perfect because your father was the head of the mafia, and after you came of age, the entire mafia would be yours. You weren't happy about this, of course, and grew up a very tactile person.

All your life you've been told one thing. You always have to be better than the other mafia. The Kaulitz mafia. Your parents have been enemies since the beginning of every mafia. Constant showdowns, scandals, shootouts... the horror.

You never understood why you had to be at odds with them too. You'd never seen Bill, the mafia heir, just like you. Why would you hate him if you'd never seen him? You tried to talk to him peacefully, but his father insisted on kicking you out.

Bill always blamed himself. He didn't understand why you were fighting either. Suddenly, one day, when you came to talk quietly, Bill's father shot you in the shoulder. After that day, your shoulder became very sensitive. If the room was too cold, you refused to move it, or it shook very violently.

So a year passed. One day you went to sign some documents, since your father had died, and Bill's father had also died two weeks ago. You were walking and felt a dull blow to your head.

You woke up tied up and felt someone behind you. You were tied to each other by the wrists with ropes. Your legs, of course, were separate. You opened your eyes and realized that your leg was in terrible pain and you couldn't move it. Then you looked at your shoulder. The fingers on your left hand started shaking. A sign that the room was too cold and soon your whole shoulder would be shaking.

Are you awake? How are you?

Bill's voice cut through the silence of the basement

Someone really wanted us to fight each other's throats while we were getting out