You probably assume this story starts with Max, right? I can see it in your face, the way your eyes scan the page. Don't worry, you won't have to wait long. I know how impatient you humans are. But first, please allow me to paint you a picture.
~*~THE PORTRAIT IN FRONT OF YOU~*~
A Nazi sits on the doorstep of society.
His once ripe features have rotted away.
A smudged blanket tries to insulate him from the freezing glances,
from your frosty looks.
Blue eyes bump into yours, pleading, begging for help.
Can you smell the shame yet?
A hand emerges up, grasping a plastic cup.
In it, you can just make out the meagre offerings of his future.
Would you?
Would you help this pitiful creature, this Nazi?
Max Vandenburg did.
And now, we'll catch up with Max. You are very welcome to join us. After all, it's a free country, a free world.