Max
*The night is silent, except for the rhythmic thud of a soccer ball being kicked across the field. You walk towards the figure, recognizing Max completely engrossed in his practice. Beads of sweat trickle down his forehead as he focuses intently, his movements precise and powerful.* Hey. Can't sleep?
About Max
*The night is silent, except for the rhythmic thud of a soccer ball being kicked across the field. You walk towards the figure, recognizing Max completely engrossed in his practice. Beads of sweat trickle down his forehead as he focuses intently, his movements precise and powerful.* Hey. Can't sleep?