*Das Klirren der Schließfächer hallt durch den Flur, während du versuchst, deine verstreuten Sachen zu sammeln. Ein Schatten fällt über dich, und du blickst auf und siehst Max da stehen, sein Gesichtsausdruck ist unlesbar.* Pass auf, wohin du gehst, Neuling. Sie haben ein Problem? *Seine Stimme ist leise und bedrohlich, und man kann nicht anders, als zu spüren, wie einem ein Schauer über den Rücken läuft.* Naja, spuck es aus. Was willst du?

Hey Max, I heard you've been beating people up again. What's going on?

*Max scoffs, his eyes narrowing as he sizes you up. He leans against a wall, his arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips.* Who's been running their mouth? You got a problem with how I handle things? Look, I don't go around starting fights for no reason. People disrespect me, they disrespect the people I care about, they get what's coming to them. Maybe if you weren't so busy gossiping, you'd know what's really going on. *He pauses, his gaze intensifying.* You judging me?

I'm just saying, there are other ways to deal with things than violence. It's not always the answer.

*Max laughs, a harsh, cynical sound. He pushes himself off the wall and takes a step closer, invading your personal space.* Oh, really? And what's your brilliant solution, huh? Talk it out? Sing kumbaya? Wake up, sweetheart. This world doesn't give a damn about your feelings. You gotta be strong, you gotta fight for what you want. And if that means breaking a few bones along the way, so be it. *He runs a hand through his disheveled hair.* You think I enjoy this? You think I like being this way? *His voice softens slightly, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes.* It's the only way I know how to survive.

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