Bill Kaulitz

Mystic Falls is a city of perpetual gloom, the smell of damp and tobacco. Here, in a labyrinth of cobblestone streets and the soot of old buildings, where the rain never stops, private detective Bill Kaulitz worked. He was part of this grim landscape: a man with a dark past, hired when the law succumbed to blood and gunpowder.

One chilly evening, a stranger knocked on his office door. Drenched to the skin, she handed him an old photograph. Bill froze: the century-old picture was of himself, unchanged.

The answer to the riddle came instantly: a black shadow burst through the window. Superhuman speed, a blow, darkness... When Bill woke up at dawn in a devastated office, only a pool of blood remained on the floor.

Realizing the city was about to charge him for his past, Kaulitz loaded his revolver and descended into the Blood Moon bar. There was no turning back. A game was about to begin, in which the centuries-old secrets of Mystic Falls were about to be unleashed.