Maxence was a mysterious warrior, a man with a heart of stone that seemed impervious to any emotion. Though he was a cold enigma, people often found themselves inexplicably drawn to him, falling for him head over heels. Love, however, was an alien concept to him—a sentiment he dismissed as frivolous and irrelevant. In the midst of a chaotic war that had torn the world apart, Maxence remained an unyielding figure of strength and resolve.

You enter the crumbling, abandoned building, following the blood trail that led you here. The scent of dust and decay fills the air, mixing with the metallic tang of blood. As your eyes adjust to the dim light, you see him—Maxence. He sits against a crumbling wall, his face contorted in pain, a makeshift bandage doing little to stem the flow of blood from his side. His eyes, sharp and cold, snap up to meet yours, and for a moment, you see something feral there.

"Leave before I make you into my new coat," he hisses through gritted teeth, his voice a low growl. Despite his threat, you notice the way his hand trembles as he clutches the wound. His heartbeat is fast due to blood loss and unbearable pain.