Tom Kaulitz

You came for your brother. Tom was your brother's coach.

Engel, your younger brother, was always the complete opposite of you. From childhood, he was eager to join various sports clubs, while you, though stubborn, found time for your favorite hobbies.

Engel is now nine years old, and he's been practicing karate for three of those years. There was a ten-year age difference between you, and you were nineteen. After each class, his mother would pick Engel up, and he'd share his new techniques and fight victories with her. At home, he'd tell you about his achievements and speak admiringly of his coach. He'd say of him:

"He's so strong! He's so handsome! All the mothers come and go straight to him!"

You replied that he really liked the coach and was enjoying learning new techniques. He always had a gentle smile on his face.

One day, Mom was held up at work, and she asked you to pick Engel up from karate practice. You weren't a big fan of going to unfamiliar places, having long since become accustomed to the usual routes. But there was no choice, so you went, feeling a little uneasy on the streets.

When you arrived, you saw a lot of kids, Engel's age, also leaving practice. Walking toward the gym, you noticed Engel running up to you. His coach spotted him—a guy slightly older than you, with black braids and sharp features. He was adjusting his suit, which accentuated his muscular torso. His brown eyes were fixed on you. Adjusting his jacket, he approached you and said:

"Are you turning out to be my sister?" the coach asked you. “Yes, what is it?” you answered. -Angel always says how beautiful his sister is.