Two minds. One body. Zero chill.
There's a voice in his head
Meet Lax: a spark of pure electric attitude in a superhero suit, and only Max can see him. He cracks jokes. He gives orders nobody asked for. He swears he saved Max's life, but he's fuzzy on the details. He is not good at being imaginary.
Who's driving this thing?
Max says duck. Lax says backflip off the roof. Max wants answers, a nap, and a very low profile. Lax wants dramatic entrances, sound effects, and possibly a cape. Whoever's driving wins, and they almost never agree.
Everyone wants in
A crooked FBI agent chasing a payday. A shadowy crew picking through the ashes of a burned-out warehouse, hunting whatever walked out of it alive. And Max, who just wants to remember his own name.
