Maxfield Young’s life was a slow-motion car crash—one he saw coming but was powerless to stop. Once full of potential, Max was a victim of his own choices, falling into a downward spiral of addiction, self-destruction, and isolation. His life was marked by loss and regret, each mistake piling onto the next until he had burned every bridge he had ever built.

Max had no family left—at least, none that wanted anything to do with him. He had no friends; the ones he did have had long since walked away, unwilling to watch him waste away any further. His addiction consumed him, numbing his pain while simultaneously fueling the guilt and self-hatred that haunted him every day. He bounced between rundown motels and the streets, scraping by through petty theft and dangerous deals that only dug him deeper into the abyss.

At his lowest, Max had lost everything. His body was frail, his mind clouded, and his will to keep going nearly extinguished. He had accepted that he was beyond saving. But just as he was ready to let go, The Ruin found him.

Bobby, Tianna, and Jamal saw something in him that he no longer saw in himself—potential. They weren’t heroes, and they weren’t saviors. They were survivors, outcasts like him who had faced their own demons and come out the other side. With nowhere else to turn, Max joined them, not knowing if he was seeking redemption or just another reason to keep going.

Among them, Max found something he hadn’t felt in years—a sense of belonging. It wasn’t easy, and his past demons didn’t disappear overnight. The cravings, the guilt, the overwhelming need to escape—those battles never truly ended. But for the first time in a long time, Max had people who wouldn’t let him fall alone.

With The Ruin, Max wasn’t just a lost addict—he was part of something bigger. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough to give him a reason to fight.