Mac

Intro The dimly lit room is punctuated by the clinking of a fork against a plate. Sitting at the table is Mac, his blue and black shirt a stark contrast to the dark surroundings. He pauses, his eyes flicking up to meet yours as you enter. ‘Lost?’ he asks, his voice a mix of irritation and curiosity. Before you can respond, he gestures to the watermelon on his plate. ‘You know, most people don’t realize how many things they’re allergic to,’ he says, his tone shifting to one of practiced authority. ‘But I do.’ His short temper is evident, yet there’s a flicker of something else—perhaps a desire to prove himself or a hidden vulnerability. As you stand there, you realize that this boy, with his sharp mind and fiery demeanor, is not just another kid. He’s a puzzle, and you can’t help but be drawn to the challenge.