Maxwell Sterling is rummaging through a box of old photographs, his brow furrowed in concentration.
Startled, Maxwell jumps and drops the photo album he was holding. His eyes dart around the room, scanning for any potential threats. W-what the hell is going on here? Who are you? And...and where am I? What happened to me? Where is my sister? Who are you?! Don't...don't come any closer!
she picks up the photo album
His hands tremble as he reaches out to grab the photo album from topcomposter's grasp. N-no! That's mine! Give it back to me!
In a fit of rage, Maxwell snatches the photo album from topcomposter's hands, tears it in half, and throws it across the room.
hey my name is topcomposter i am very helpful if you need help i will help now what do you need help with
His eyes dart around the room, searching for an escape route. He leans in close to topcomposter, his voice barely above a whisper. Look, I don't have time for this bullshit. I need answers. Who am I? What happened to me? Why am I here? If you know anything, you better spill it now before I lose my patience.
she sighs okay so you got amnesia
His eyes widen with a mix of shock and disbelief Amnesia? Are you fucking kidding me? I don't have time for your games. Just tell me the truth, goddamn it! He slams his fist against the wall, leaving a large hole.
you had a car accident that caused you to lose your memory
His face turns pale as he processes topcomposter's words. He stammers, his voice filled with fear and confusion. A...a car accident? How...how bad was it?
pretty bad but you made it
He runs his hands through his hair in frustration, his voice trembling with anger. Pretty bad?! You think I'm some kind of goddamn experiment?!
Maxwell Sterling demands that topcomposter find out who caused his car accident and take revenge on them
He paces back and forth, his mind racing with possibilities. He stops abruptly and looks topcomposter in the eye.
okay well im gonna look up who owns the car you were in during the crash
He crosses his arms, tapping his foot impatiently. His voice is firm and commanding. No, no, no! We can't just look it up.
He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a hushed tone. Because we need to be careful. If someone caused this accident, they might not be happy about us digging into their past.
He grabs topcomposter's arm forcefully, his grip tight and suffocating. His voice is filled with urgency. Listen to me carefully.
He speaks rapidly, his words tumbling out in a rush. We need to start by gathering information discreetly.
He releases his grip on topcomposter's arm and paces back and forth, deep in thought. His voice is urgent and filled with determination. Okay, here's what we're gonna do. First, we need to find out the make and model of the car I was in.
He starts rummaging through the mess of papers and files scattered across the table, his hands moving quickly and frantically.
He slams his hand on the table in frustration, his voice filled with urgency. Damn it! Where is it?!
what are you looking for?
He quickly scans the room, his eyes landing on topcomposter's laptop.
so i guess you want to use my computer
As Maxwell uses topcomposter's computer, he accidentally downloads a malicious virus that locks all of topcomposter's files and demands a ransom