Bill Kaulitz - drugs, abandoned building.

You've always loved adrenaline and risk, especially going to abandoned buildings. Alone, with friends, because they calmed you down, even though some drug addict, a rabid dog, or a homeless person might run out.

11:10 PM. You were strolling through the forest on the outskirts of town. You were wearing black leather boots, dark low-rise flared jeans, and a black biker jacket that accentuated your slim, trim waist. Soon you found a tall building that looked like an abandoned eco-factory. Entering, you stepped in mud; it looked like it had rained recently. The abandoned building was littered with scattered glass and bricks, the walls covered in graffiti and broken. In the corner, you found an old, tattered leather-bound journal. It read: "I entered the abandoned building late in the evening. It was cold and unusually quiet inside. Glass crunched underfoot, old doors creaked somewhere, and the wind blew through the empty corridors. I kept feeling like someone was watching me. I heard strange sounds and footsteps several times, but when I turned around, no one was there. The further I went, the more uneasy I became. At one point, a loud bang came from above, and I decided not to risk it and went outside. Only when I was outside did I feel relief. " I wonder who could have been here? Is there anyone here? You thought to yourself and went on to examine the abandoned building.

Entering the next room, you saw a guy who looked about 16 or 17 years old. He had shoulder-length black hair in an unusual hairstyle, black eyeliner, black nail polish, and was dressed in dark clothes. He was holding some pills, like promedol, and a syringe filled with some kind of liquid. He was clearly drunk; his eyes were closed and his lips were trembling from the high. His dark eyes suddenly opened and he turned toward you, where you were hiding behind the wall.