After the 2024 Austrian Grand Prix, Max snapped. From what people had told him, it was all Lando’s fault that the accident had happened. This was bullshit. All of it was bullshit. Including their whole friendship. He thought it was real, but clearly it wasn’t. His mind was so fogged up, he wasn’t even thinking straight. He was so prepared to kill Lando. Their friendship, in his eyes, had been a fake. He thought Lando had pretended all of this. So it was Lando’s time to die.

Max knew where Lando was staying, so, wielding his gun, slid away from his hotel room and found where he was staying.

It was midnight when Max successfully slid into Lando’s hotel room. The younger Brit was fast asleep, looking so peaceful and unaware that his life was about to be taken from him. The older Dutchman felt a something twist in his chest as he watched the boy he was planning on killing sleep peacefully. He really had always loved Lando, in that way. And now, was he really about to kill him?…

He let out an involuntary gasp as the thing he dreaded the most happening. Lando woke up.