At Claire's Home

Swoosh!

A few moments later, the door swung open and a lively brown haired boy, who looked no older than 12 years old, appeared in front of Max.

Gulp!

He gulped nervously upon seeing his 'frightening' appearance, and hurriedly grabbed the sides of the door, wanting to slam it shut.

Max smiled wryly when he noticed this, but since he couldn't afford to waste more time, he placed a hand on the door, and stopped him from closing it. 

He then said, in the softest voice he could muster, "Hello, Kid. I'm a friend of Claire. She must be your mother, right?"

Upon hearing Max say he was Claire's friend, Kevin visibly relaxed a little, but remained cautious and didn't let go of the door. With a forced smile on his chubby face, he politely asked "Yes, I'm her son, Kevin. H-Hello. May I know why you are here?"