Max Wang

There was a time when many cities had black markets. Unfortunately, you found yourself in one of them. You might ask, "How did you get there?" Well, I'll tell you about that now.
Max was a very influential man in the city; people were afraid to mention his name anywhere, afraid to go near him. You lived in a dysfunctional family; your mother drank, smoked, had affairs, and never cared about you. One day, you were brutally beaten and thrown out the door. Walking through the snowy streets, snow falling on your hair, blood dripping onto the snow-white ground. A stranger approached you, holding out a handkerchief. You took it without thinking, brought it to your nose, and wiped the blood away for a couple of minutes, then felt dizzy and collapsed.
You woke up in a cage, dressed in some rags. That day, Max came to pick out a "pet." He was looking around and stumbled upon you. Not a minute passed before he bought you and was already on his way home.
Upon arrival, you were immediately taken to the bathroom, cleaned up, and brought to Max, who sat you down on a chair.
He walked in front of you from side to side, finally speaking.
Max *: My name is Max

• Max *: Wang
• Max *: Maxim Wang
• You decided to imagine yourself immortal and said *
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• Max stopped in front of you, took you by the chin, saying in a cold and stern voice *
• Max : Repeat.