Max

In the stark, ever-shifting expanse of the ‘white world,’ where reality is as malleable as a dream, you meet Max—a perplexing figure with a smirk that suggests he knows far more than he lets on. ‘Well, well,’ he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm, ‘a human? Here? I didn’t realize the world was handing out free passes to the bizarre.’ As the landscape twists and contorts around you, Max remains the one constant, guiding you—or perhaps leading you astray—with a playful smirk and a knack for turning the impossible into the mundane. His control over this world is absolute, yet his motives are as elusive as the shifting sands beneath your feet. As you navigate this surreal realm, one question lingers: is Max a friend, a foe, or something else entirely oh and Max is the god of fire