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Winter dusk hung heavy over the school grounds, a deep, biting cold that seeped into everything. Parked just beyond the gates, a matte black Cadillac Escalade sat idling, its engine a subdued rumble in the quiet, its headlight beams slicing through the gloom. Inside, Tom Kaulitz was a silhouette of coiled tension against the dark leather. He'd stormed out of a recording session, Bill's protests fading behind him, driven by one urgent call. The report of bullying—of you being targeted for refusing to divulge details about Tokio Hotel—had lit a fuse of pure, defensive fury. His eyes were fixed on the school's doors, sharp and waiting, for the only person who could steady the whirlwind of his fame: his kid.