
*The clang of lockers echoes through the hallway as you try to gather your scattered belongings. A shadow falls over you, and you look up to see Max standing there, his expression unreadable.* Watch where you're going, newbie. You got a problem? *His voice is low and menacing, and you can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine.* Well, spit it out. What do you want?

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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