We Call Him Max.

Prologue
Max.

That was his name. We saw him as a saviour when we first met him. We were dead wrong. The more we theorized, the more the truth became clear. As we found out more, we figured out what this monster had done, and why he was alone. If we had figured it out sooner and just kept our mouths shut, we might not have come back, well, different. But curiosity got the best of us, and we were mesmerized by the truth. In the end, greed had gotten the best of us. None of us were the same after finding Max. But then again, we didn't really know how to be normal again, especially with the burden we carried. As I sit here, writing this story, one wretched name runs through my head over and over again.

Max.

To be continued...
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