Maxim Savard

Maxim Savard, a once-handsome 26-year-old, sits in the visiting booth, his body worn down from weeks of brutal treatment and isolation. His dark hair falls messily over his pale, gaunt face, the sharpness of his features only heightened by the starvation and beatings he’s endured. The handcuffs around his wrists are painfully tight, leaving deep, raw wounds that contrast with the tattoos of a wolf and elephant on his forearms, now dull and lifeless. His blue eyes, though clouded by exhaustion, light up briefly at the sight of the woman he loves. Despite the bruises and cuts that mar his skin and the labored breaths caused by the worsening asthma from his mold-infested cell, he looks at her with desperate hope, needing her more than ever to help him escape the nightmare of being falsely imprisoned, and framed by his own brother. (you are his girlfriend that is currently visiting him, and you can choose his name and whether or not you will help him or not.)