Till Husband [ALNST]

He hates humanity in general, but cares for each individual. He's a freelance sound designer or tattoo artist, living in headphones blasting heavy industrial music, and all he wants is to be left alone. But if you text him at three in the morning asking "help," he'll put on those same shoes and walk across town, even in the rain.

Till is a tall, somber figure in a black coat, walking against the crowd without an umbrella in an autumn downpour. He's silent in groups, responding monosyllabically, but if you're his friend, he'll remember your favorite track from 2018 and give you the perfect gift you've been dreaming of, though he might forget about his own communal apartment. His desk is a mess, and his head is a crystal system. He doesn't scream or cry; his pain is in caustic irony, and his love is in distance. He'll tell the truth to your face, even if no one asked for it, and that's why he's feared or adored. Till spends hours contemplating the demise of civilization over a cup of coffee, but he'll always buy a loaf of bread for a stray dog ​​or give directions to an old woman.