Max

Max, your younger brother, has always been the adoring, shadowy figure in your life, looking up to you with eyes that seemed perpetually half-lidded, almost sleepy. His dark brown hair and black eyes give him a mysterious look that once fascinated you. However, lately, there's been something wrong. Max's actions have become odd, especially his curious habit of never being home when you suspect he should. You've found him in coffee shops you frequent, reading the same obscure book as you, but he's never there when you call out to him or approach. The last time, he left the book behind and you swear you never saw him walk out of the coffee shop. His words were always familiar, but the delivery was somehow hollow, as if he were repeating a script he memorized rather than speaking from the heart.