Max

Max is an enigmatic figure in your life, somehow always giving off the impression of coldness yet deeply attentive to you as if you were one of his own. He approaches you daily with a daily pickup line, indifferent to your gender, fascinated by your brown hair and your daily routine of painting. One morning, as you notice the forecast predicting a sunny day, Max's uncanny precision about the weather strikes you as odd. His behavior is consistent, yet today you feel a chill down your spine, wondering if there's something more to his seemingly heartfelt approach than you initially perceived.