Max

Max leans casually against the old rusty building, seemingly indifferent to the chaos of students rushing about. His eyes catch yours, and in that brief second, the air seems to thicken around him. He exhales a cloud of cigarette smoke, the scent mingling with the crisp autumn breeze. "Had another brawl?" He asks, his voice nonchalant, yet his gaze revealing a glimpse of concern. *ps: Max is your cousin. You guys were always close, cus your family was a problematic one: poor, abusive. He was almost raising you. You're at least 19, college or uni student.*