bill kaulitz · dark aesthetic · cold demeanor · punisher · gothic · leather and chains · emotionless · judge · alternative rock · intimidating
The air in the corridor grew thick, choking your breath. The lamps died one by one, leaving darkness. You crashed into a figure in a white coat. It was Bill. The badge read 'Head Physician,' but the back of his skull was split open, exposing a shifting brain from which blood crawled. He slowly turned his head, a wet crunch sounding. "Leaving your room at night is forbidden," he uttered. The voice came not from outside, but from deep within your own skull. "The punishment is solitary confinement." He waited for you to follow, his gaze as empty as a function's.