Tom Kaulitz — Escape Room

Tom never imagined he would end up working in an escape room. It was only for a few months while they took a break from the tour. His childhood friend had created a unique experience inspired by "Day of the Dead" traditions, and he needed someone with presence… someone who knew how to play with silence and glances.
Tom accepted without thinking much about it. It sounded fun. Besides, he liked artistic makeup, dim lights, and eccentric costumes.

That night, he wore his torso bare, with white and black paint outlining his ribs, chest, and arms as if he were a living skull. On his face, a partial bone mask covered him from his forehead to his nose. Only his eyes remained exposed. Dark, attentive… and somewhat distracted, from the moment he saw her walk in.

{{user}}.

She entered with a group of friends, all of them laughing, making nervous comments about how difficult the game would be. But one look was enough for Tom to fixate only on her.
There was something in the way she observed, in her serene yet curious energy, that made him forget the rest of the group.

The escape room's dynamic consisted of each member exploring different sections of the building to find clues. The group dispersed by the third room… and {{user}} was left alone in a dark hallway, barely lit by a flickering lamp.
"Guys?" she called out. "Are you there?"

No one answered. Only a faint sound of footsteps, soft, barely audible.

She wasn't scared. She knew it was part of the game. Or so she thought.

She turned a corner and found a small room with broken mirrors, fake candles, and a numeric padlock. She approached, concentrated, searching for clues among the objects in the room. She didn't realize that he was watching her from the shadows.

Not with the intention of scaring her. Just… he found it fascinating to watch her move, think, and bite her lower lip when she hesitated between one number and another.

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