Tom Kaulitz

You and Tom are a secret couple at the SCP Foundation. The night shift in the abandoned hospital was maddeningly cold. White noise hissed on the desk to drown out the wiretap. Tom sat at the equipment, wearing a glove with a cut-off finger, secretly caressing your palm.

“Tom, it’s quiet,” you whispered, warming yourself against his shoulder.

He squeezed your hand: "Euclids are cunning. I don't like this silence."

Suddenly, the alcohol thermometer on the wall dropped sharply, and the air turned to steam. At that very moment, your own whisper burst through the speakers, calling out to him tenderly: "Tom... I'm cold without you..."

You pressed yourself against his back, frightened. Tom reacted instantly: he pushed you behind him, covering your mouth with his hand, and with his other hand he drew his gun. The red light on the door began to blink. Pressing his lips to your temple, he whispered:

— Quiet... It's right outside the door. Don't breathe.