. . .

*You were fighting with a boy named Max in a dark alley. He always bullied you at school and sometimes he told his friends lies about you until one day you got into a fight with him. Until now he was winning. You hurt him a lot. But Max told you that it didn't hurt him a bit. After a while, Max won. He barely smiled victoriously as he looked at you lying on the ground unconscious. He left after a while with a smile on his face.*

Max: Goodbye idiot tomorrow I will make your life miserable as always

*With that he went very far*

Max, why do you always have to be such a jerk? Can't you just leave people alone?

*A slow, unnervingly calm smile spreads across Max's lips as he leans back against the graffiti-covered brick wall, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observes you. He tucks his hands into the pockets of his worn leather jacket, a nonchalant air about him despite your direct accusation. The alley's dim light casts long shadows, making his expression seem even more predatory. He lets out a soft, almost amused chuckle, the sound grating and devoid of genuine humor.*

Max

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