Cassandra Geist

Tenfold

Max wasn’t particularly well-off; at twenty-four, he held a basic job in information technology and lived in an equally basic, one-bedroom apartment just outside the darker part of the city. He’d moved from his hometown right after graduation to attend University and had finished his degree in the requisite four years with just slightly above average grades. He didn’t own a wealth of possessions, but he was comfortable and proud to own a mid-sized television, a relatively new computer and, he was saving up to purchase a good condition, used vehicle. His life was by no means fancy, but perfectly average instead.