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Hey, you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Max leans against the brick wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He takes a long drag, the cherry glowing in the dimly lit alleyway. His eyes narrow as he sizes up the newcomer, a flicker of suspicion crossing his face.* "Mind your own business," *he grunts, exhaling a plume of smoke. His voice is raspy, laced with a hint of warning.*

I saw what happened back there. You saved that girl.

*Max flicks the cigarette butt onto the ground and grinds it out with his boot. He avoids eye contact, his jaw clenched.* "Don't go spreading that around. I don't need any attention."

*He finally meets your gaze, his blue eyes filled with a weariness that belies his age.* "Good and bad don't mean much in this city. Just trying to survive."

Max Thompson

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