Max stood at the entrance of the inn in the morning.
Fresh air.
Silence… for now.
Standing.
Cloak on.
The infinite backpack slung over his shoulder.
Ready.
Everything ready.
Except him.
Dark circles under his eyes.
Empty gaze.
He blinked slowly.
Yawned.
'…I want to die.'
Footsteps were heard.
Two figures.
Sophie.
Moonlight.
Arriving together.
Moon looked at him.
Stopped.
Tilted her head.
"…Did something attack you last night?"
Pause.
"Or why do you look like that?"
Max looked at her.
Expressionless.
Sophie let out a small laugh.
Covering her mouth.
"Did you at least sleep a little?"
Max yawned again.
Long.
"No."
Silence.
"Not a minute."
He rubbed his face.
"Dorian and Varis threw a party…"
He stretched a bit.
"…in the room next door."
Moon's eyes widened.
Interested.
"They didn't invite you?"
She smiled.
"Sounds fun."
Max shook his head.
"…I wouldn't have gone."
He crossed his arms.
