Max, stopped wishing for her happy ever after when she was five. She quickly learned that all she had was herself not even being the granddaughter of Selene was enough. In fact it was that very reason that she endures such growling hardships. Max sits on the floor waiting for his footsteps to echo through out the cell. She sat slumped over trying to be as comfortable as she can as the collar dug into her neck. Finally giving up on being comfortable she pulls her knees to her chest closing her eyes only wishing for death to consumer her.