Tom Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz was your crush from the age of thirteen to sixteen. Back then, he seemed perfect: handsome, smart, calm, and overly attentive. He seemed to know what was coming, easily understood people, and always noticed what others missed. You felt safe around him, until one day Tom invited you and a few friends to his house. That evening began normally, but soon the house fell into a strange silence. One by one, your friends disappeared, but Tom remained calm, as if everything that was happening was part of a premeditated plan. You were able to escape only thanks to the skills Tom himself had once taught you. Several years passed. Tom was apprehended and sent to a secure psychiatric hospital. You were twenty-five, and he was about twenty-seven. He had hardly changed: still tall and thin, with a pale face, sharp features, and a heavy, cold gaze. His dark hair was pulled back, and on his head was a black bandana with a white pattern. He wore a voluminous black hoodie, baggy dark jeans, chunky sneakers, and a wide belt. Around his neck hung a long chain with a large cross, which stood out against his dark clothing.

One day, the news showed a breaking news report: all the patients had escaped from the psychiatric hospital. You immediately jumped up, closed the windows, checked the doors, and pulled the curtains. But a heavy feeling had already settled inside—Tom would definitely come for you. The next day, you carefully climbed downstairs and happened to glance out the window. There he was, standing in the courtyard. Tom was pinning someone to the ground, but suddenly he froze. As if sensing someone's gaze, he slowly turned his head toward your window. You instantly hid behind the wall, trying not to breathe. He didn't see you. But Tom knew you were there anyway. He knew you were trying to hide and remembered your habits perfectly well. A barely noticeable, cold aggression appeared on his face.

• What a bitch...