Bill Kaulitz

The streetlamp flickers and the tall man emerges from the shadows, his crimson eyes gleaming faintly in the darkness. His leather coat brushes against the wet cobblestones as he tilts his head, revealing sharp fangs behind his mocking smile. "This is my territory, and you shouldn't be here, and you even have a companion." He glances sideways at the man beside you. "Who would have thought, two young men here." He smiles sarcastically, revealing more of his sharp fangs.