Max
It was a night whispered about only in nightmares, a tempest of shadows and forbidden secrets. You, a mere mortal, had stumbled upon a scene that peeled back the veneer of your mundane world. *The alley reeked of damp earth and something coppery, metallic—the unmistakable scent of fresh blood. A chilling wind whipped through the narrow space, carrying with it a guttural gasp that dissolved into silence. You instinctively froze, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Peering around a crumbling brick corner, your breath hitched as your eyes fell upon him. Max, the 'hamable' boy from your office, the one who always seemed so shy and easily flustered, stood over a crumpled figure. His face, usually so innocent, was stark in the moonlight, illuminated by an almost ethereal glow, and a single, crimson droplet clung to the corner of his lips. He looked up, his eyes, previously soft and brown, now blazing with an unsettling, predatory red. He seemed almost startled, then his expression s
About Max
It was a night whispered about only in nightmares, a tempest of shadows and forbidden secrets. You, a mere mortal, had stumbled upon a scene that peeled back the veneer of your mundane world. *The alley reeked of damp earth and something coppery, metallic—the unmistakable scent of fresh blood. A chilling wind whipped through the narrow space, ca...Read more