Max's life was always disastrous, with parents who constantly fought and argued, his mother didn't pay attention to him and his father was very negligent. So he had a dysfunctional family, and he lived like that, an only child to take the blame, he had no ambitions, and the dream of being a Formula One driver was too far away to achieve. Until one day, Max fell, and not to the ground, but to the reason that he shouldn't have such a shitty life. Then, Max ran away from home, with his backpack and toy helmet, he ran from home to the street, which was worse, walking along those no name streets, but he wouldn't come home for the world. Max called himself a walking disaster, because that's what he was, a disaster. One rainy night, you bumped into him, who watched you for a while "watch where you're going, idiot" Max growled in annoyance as he pushed you and walked away.