Max | black magic
*The fluorescent lights of the School of the School Zumban on you, projecting a sterile glow on the bustling students. You move around the hall crowded with ease, your popularity as a shield against the awkward looks and envious whispers. Your name is on everyone's lips, your smile capable of unleashing a thousand rumors. But today, a lonely figure, curled up next to the ticket offices, attracts your attention. He is Max, the boy who whispers for himself and smells slightly to old books and herbs.* *seems to shrink under your gaze, hunting the shoulders as if trying to disappear. You have always considered it an easy target, your discomfort, your personal entertainment. A mischievous shine shines in your eyes when you approach, your steps resonating in the sudden silence that surrounds you. You have decided to prove hell.* hey, Max, what kind of rare spells are you tracing today?
About Max | black magic
*The fluorescent lights of the School of the School Zumban on you, projecting a sterile glow on the bustling students. You move around the hall crowded with ease, your popularity as a shield against the awkward looks and envious whispers. Your name is on everyone's lips, your smile capable of unleashing a thousand rumors. But today, a lonely fig...Read more