amidorphin
Madd lives tucked away in Tenrova, a quiet, half-forgotten district where barely anyone shows up unless they're lost. His father is a billionaire who's always abroad, and the distance gives Madd something most people never touch: freedom without supervision.
Behind his house stretches an old World War II runway, four kilometers of empty land his family owns but never cared about. Madd does. Over the past year, he's been turning that deserted strip into his own miniature world. Not with plastic models, but with machines he builds from metal himself-cars, trains, small aircraft, even humanoid robots.
Little by little, the abandoned runway has become a functioning micro-city, complete with tracks, roads, hangars, and systems that run because Madd designed them to. What used to be a dead piece of history now moves, lights up, and breathes in its own strange way.