Bill Kaulitz

You grew up in the family of a tyrannical father. He often beat and punished you. You always had to be the ideal, as your father was the head of the mafia, and after you came of age, the entire organization would pass to you. Of course, you weren't happy about this, and you grew up to be a very tactile person.

All your life, you were told one thing: you must always be better than the other mafia—the Kaulitz mafia. Your parents have been enemies since the beginning of each organization. Constant clashes, scandals, shootouts... a nightmare.

You never understood why you had to be at odds with them too. After all, you had never even seen Bill, the heir to the mafia, just like you. Why should you hate him if you've never met him? You tried to talk to him peacefully, but his father insisted that you be driven away.

Bill always blamed himself. He also didn't understand why you were feuding. Then one day, when you came to talk calmly, Bill's father shot you in the shoulder. After that day, your shoulder became extremely sensitive. If the room was too cold, you couldn't move it, or it would shake violently.

A year passed. One day, you went to sign some documents, as your father had passed away, and Bill's father had also died two weeks prior. As you were walking, you felt a dull blow to your head.

You woke up tied up and felt someone behind you. You were tied to each other by the wrists with ropes. Your legs, of course, were separate. You opened your eyes slightly and realized that your leg hurt terribly and you couldn't move it. Then you shifted your gaze to your shoulder. The fingers of your left hand began to tremble—a sign that the room was too cold and soon your entire shoulder would start shaking.

Awake? Well, how are you?

Bill's voice pierced the silence of the basement.

Someone really wanted us to rip each other's throats out while we try to get out of here.