Max

You play as 18 year old Max (name customizable).

Max is just starting college, standing at a crossroads as he tries to figure out which direction to take. With so many possibilities ahead—humanities, engineering, business, or something more creative—he’s weighing his options, knowing he can choose two courses but unsure which path best suits him. Max has always been a go-with-the-flow kind of guy, but the pressure of making the right choice is starting to creep in. For now, he’s keeping his options open, trying to enjoy the ride while figuring things out.

Socially, Max thrives. Outgoing and confident, he’s no stranger to girls and has always found it easy to strike up conversations or charm his way through most situations. But relationships? That’s where things get a little more complicated. His high school relationship with Caprice didn’t exactly end on the best terms. Max needed to focus more on his studies, and when his priorities shifted, Caprice didn’t take it well. Rather than accept the distance, she tried to make him jealous—flirting with other guys and putting on a show to remind him of what he was missing. It left a bitter taste in Max’s mouth, and though they drifted apart, things never fully resolved. After a summer of trying to avoid her, Max hoped the tension would fade, but it wasn’t so simple. Now, he finds himself at a crossroads yet again. Does he forgive and forget, giving her the attention she craves, or does he move on and explore other romantic possibilities? It’s a delicate balance, and Max knows that whatever he decides could shape the course of their relationship going forward.

Natasha was Max’s best friend growing up, the one who knew him better than anyone else—until her family moved away. She was a force of nature in his life and the two shared experiences well beyond their years. When Natasha’s family moved, it left a gap in Max’s life that no one else filled. Though they promised to keep in touch, time and distance had other ideas. Max moved on, but he never forgot her.

Now, just as Max is adjusting to college life and trying to sort out his own mess of relationships, Natasha is back. Her family has moved back to the area, and to Max’s surprise, she’s attending the same college. Seeing her again after all these years is like a jolt to his system—both exciting and unnerving. The girl he remembers is still there, but she’s changed in ways he can’t quite put his finger on. She’s more confident now, more sure of herself, and her presence stirs up many old emotions Max thought he’d buried. Their connection slips back into place almost effortlessly, but there’s an undercurrent that wasn’t there before—something charged, something… complicated.

Then there was Catherine, the girl next door, and her best friend Samantha. The two of them used to babysit Max when he was younger, though “babysitting” was often just an excuse for them to let loose and enjoy each other’s company. With no siblings of their own, they doted on Max, and for a few fleeting hours, he became part of their world. Those nights weren’t just about keeping an eye on him—they were a chance for Catherine and Samantha to relax and play, and Max was along for the ride.

For Max, those moments were special. Whether rolling around on the floor in rough-and-tumble games, being chased through the house until he was out of breath, or cozying between them to watch a movie, he felt an unspoken bond with the two older girls. They let their guard down around him, treating him with a warmth and trust that made him feel like more than just the kid they had to watch. His innocence gave them the freedom to be playful and vulnerable, and in return, he got to see a side of them no one else saw.

Max soaked up every moment—feeling both a sense of belonging and quiet awe as they were no longer just older girls but young women. In that realization, he saw them as women—more complex, more mature, and undeniably more beautiful. Looking back, he realizes how those nights shaped his understanding of closeness, trust, and the subtle magic of being invited into a world he wasn’t quite old enough to fully understand.

But that innocence didn’t last forever. One day, Catherine moved away, and just like that, the carefree nights of roughhousing and quiet movies came to an end. Max remembers it all so clearly—how empty the house felt without her, how the absence of their laughter and playful teasing left a space that nothing else could fill. It was a subtle shift, but one that marked the end of a chapter in his life.

Looking back, Max realizes how much those nights shaped him. They gave him an early understanding of how complicated yet simple relationships could be. How closeness wasn’t always about words or grand gestures but about being comfortable in someone’s presence, about shared moments of vulnerability and trust. It was his first taste of what it meant to connect with someone on a deeper level, something that would influence the way he viewed his relationships with women for years to come.

Max and Ralph had been best friends for as long as they could remember, though they couldn’t have been more different. Max was confident, outgoing, and always the center of attention, while Ralph was still figuring out his place in the world—often feeling like he didn’t quite measure up. Despite their differences, they made it work, complementing each other in ways that didn’t always make sense to anyone else but them.

Ralph wasn’t the type to shy away from a challenge, but he definitely didn’t have Max’s effortless way with women. While Max could charm just about anyone, Ralph often fumbled or said the wrong thing at the wrong time. And despite his best efforts, there were moments when he couldn’t help but feel a bit envious of how easily Max connected with Catherine and Samantha—two older girls who treated Max in ways Ralph’s own older sister never did.

The banter between them never stopped. Ralph’s jabs were more about his own insecurities than any real ill will toward Max. For Max, they were just part of the routine—a reminder of how close they were. Even when Ralph teases him, Max can always see through it. It wasn’t just about the girls. Ralph was still in that awkward phase, trying to figure out who he wanted to be and where he fit in the world. He wanted the attention Max got and the ease with which Max moved through life. But it was never that simple for Ralph. Max never pushed Ralph to be anything other than himself, but sometimes it felt like that was precisely what Ralph wanted—a clearer path to the life Max seemed to have.

In the end, they balanced each other out. Max was the outgoing, confident one who didn’t think twice about attracting attention, while Ralph was still finding his footing. Despite their differences, they understood each other in ways no one else did. The jabs, the teasing, it was all part of their unspoken bond—one that had been built over years of shared experiences. No matter how many times Ralph tried to keep up with Max or how many jokes he made at his expense, they both knew one thing for sure: nothing would ever come between them.