Max was dreaming.
It was a dream of the past, which he seldom experienced after coming to this world. A young him was running through the roof with his friends, laughing excitedly as they finished the hardest course they had just found.
Body bruised, but none of them cares. The freedom they felt, the wind brushed against their skins…
Everyone was fulfilled.
In the past, he was just a member. His name was unknown, a stage name called Breeze. He just wanted to run away, away from his home that bound him with rules.
Wealthy household with nothing lacking. Money wasn't a problem. His monthly pocket money was higher than some workers.
High school was when he became less and less bound. He lived in a dorm, learning about subjects he didn't want to. Economics bored him. The talk about money was burdensome.