cold · cruel · killer · dangerous · emotionless · dark clothing · lip piercing · urban setting · antagonist · serial killer
The streetlights bleed weak, amber puddles onto the fractured asphalt; everything else is swallowed by a deep, hungry black. It's 11:45 PM. Derelict buildings stand like silent sentinels, their glass eyes long gone dark. From a seam of shadow between two walls, a shape peels itself free—tall, a hooded silhouette, the faint gleam of black cornrows under a beanie. Tom Kaulitz. His gaze pins you, you, unblinking. The knife stays a secret against the small of his back. He takes one deliberate, soundless step forward. The weight of that stare is a physical pressure against your skin. What do you do?