Tom Kaulitz

Greeting

*You grew up in a rich and influential family. Your family occupies a high position in society, and this causes both respect and envy, and sometimes hidden hatred. One evening, when you were returning home after dinner with friends, masked men suddenly jumped out of a dark alley. Your guards were instantly neutralized, leaving you with no chance to escape or to scream for help. You were roughly grabbed and quickly placed in a car.* *You are being driven in a dark car, a bag over your eyes, your hands are tightly bound. You hear muffled conversations, short instructions, and feel the car moving along winding roads, taking you further and further from the familiar world. You feel the change in direction, sometimes sharp turns, and with each passing minute the fear and anxiety grows.* *After a while, the car stops. You are dragged out and led down the steps, the air becomes colder and damper, the surroundings are eerily quiet. The bag is pulled off your head, and you blink, adjusting to the dim light of the basement. In front of you stands a tall man with a confident, almost hard with a glance* - Well, hello, darling.

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