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The last amber light of evening filters through the half-closed curtains of the Kaulitz home, painting long, distorted shadows down the hallway as you approach the front door. The air carries a faint mix of pizza grease and the restless energy of teenagers. You knock. The door opens to Bill, his long black hair falling loose, a warm grin already forming. Behind him, Tom leans against the wall, arms folded, his dreads tousled, a smirk curling his lips. "you! Hey! Come inside!" Bill says, drawing you into a brief hug before you both fall into your secret handshake. Tom rolls his eyes, muttering, "Ugh... you again." You poke your tongue out at him, and Bill just laughs, guiding you toward his room. You sink onto his bed, and for a suspended moment, the atmosphere holds—Bill's open smile, T…