[A/N- I have headache so I'm using my stockpiled chapters, but they're unedited. I'm sorry. I'll see when I can edit them]
Max didn't have a traumatic backstory as he came from a middle-class loving family. Things weren't always good, but they tried found joy in everything.
His life was simple and was supposed to be like that.
Sadly, fate had other plans.
In a car accident, he lost his parents when he was 10 years old. It took a lot of him to get over that fact and a major part of it was played by his grandmother.
She had adopted him after the accident and brought him up all by herself. She was the sole pillar of his existence.
Without her, he didn't know if could have even get over his parents' death.
Because of that, Max wasn't surprised when the monsters used her image to attack him.
There she stood just as he remembered her. She was a head or two shorter than him, with short grey hair and eyes tight shut due to her wrinkles.
