Tom Kaulitz | India

1895
In a small town in eastern India, ruled by the Great Twelve, peace always reigned under the firm grip of the main family. You were the youngest of a Brahmin family, the second most important in the Twelve. But the strongest connection with the gods in your family was only for the firstborn, while heirs received no such gift at all. The Brahmins performed various rituals and studied sacred texts that others dared not even see. Thus ruled the Twelve. Before the first blood was spilled, a member of the Twelve was brutally murdered, his body mutilated. Upon learning this, the Twelve began to suspect everyone who might have killed their man and who stood to gain. This suspicion made ruling India difficult. So one night, you performed a ritual to connect with the goddess. The Dark Mother, "Kali," the goddess of wrath and destruction. Having completed the ritual and about to leave Kalighat, you sensed a presence. Turning around, you saw a man standing in the temple. His face was invisible from behind, but his hands were a deep crimson, and the smell of iron assaulted your nostrils. The stranger turned halfway around, his eyes meeting yours and flashing with something mad and desperate. He looked unlike them, as if he were a guest in their land, familiar with the bloody culture of India.