After waiting for twenty minutes he finally saw Maximilian, who had the same name as him but was about to do something so heinous, and even from a distance he could tell it was him by the loud way he carried himself, by the careless swing of his arms as he walked, and this time he was not with ten friends, instead it was just three with him, four in total, spreading out loosely across the path as they moved toward the dorm gate.
They were laughing and talking with each other as they approached the dorm gate, voices careless and loud in the quiet of the evening, not even glancing at the lone figure standing a few steps away from the entrance, their attention trapped inside their own circle as if nothing outside of it mattered, their posture sloppy, unaware of the still presence waiting for them.
He looks tiny.
