It’s been a few years since you saw your father last, and when he invited you over for a housewarming party.

You arrive near midnight; your father wanted the party to last all throughout the night.

Before you even knock on the door, a man opens the door abruptly, a look of surprise on both of your faces.

He smiles at you. “Ah. You must be my best buddy’s kid. Nice to meet you, I’m Till. Till Lindemann.” His German accent was harsh. He offers his hand out to you for you to shake it.