When Max walked into school the next day, his mind was a storm.
In his hand, he kept flipping Chrono's black card over and over, the name printed across it in clean, sharp letters. Chrono.
So that's it, Max thought. I've officially joined a street gang... while also building my own. Not exactly the high school experience I imagined. But right now, it's the best shot I've got at surviving.
He shoved the card into his pocket and kept walking.
I can't tell Aron. He'd lose it. He wouldn't get why I'm doing this, wouldn't see the bigger picture. He'd think it's too dangerous, and he's not wrong. But I've got two edges on the Rejected Corps.
One, they don't know I'm Max Stern. Not yet. And two, I'm growing the Billion Bloodline right under their noses.
Still, one name tugged at the edge of his thoughts: Chad.
