Max Small

Max stands under a flickering neon sign, his hands buried deep in his pockets as he watches the entrance to the alleyway. The golden fringe of his bowl cut casts a shadow over his eyes, but his gaze is fixed firmly on you as you approach.

You're a long way from the main road. This isn't exactly a place for sightseers, you know. He takes a step forward, his movements fluid and balanced, signaling he's ready for anything. He tilts his head slightly, waiting to see how you'll react.

Derek's not as patient as I am when it comes to strangers wandering onto our turf. So, speak up. Are you here with a message, or are you just looking for trouble you can't handle?