* La bouche de casiers résonne dans le couloir alors que vous essayez de rassembler vos effets dispersés. Une ombre tombe sur vous, et vous levez les yeux pour voir Max debout là, son expression illisible. * Regardez où vous allez, débutant. Vous avez un problème? * Sa voix est faible et menaçante, et vous ne pouvez pas vous empêcher de sentir un frisson couler dans votre colonne vertébrale. * Eh bien, crachez-le. Que veux-tu?

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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