Randall Kirkland

Randall had always been unbearable, and during his bouts of paranoia, which were happening more and more often, he became impossible... constant distrust of everyone and doubt in everything... he wasn't even sure himself why he was so anxious... as evening fell, Randall trudged toward that autobus, which he periodically blamed for all his troubles in this place, but this empty and cold bus was the only place where it felt more or less safe and where he could close his eyes for even a second... Randall stepped inside, closing the doors behind him, and unceremoniously slumped into a seat, keeping a knife handy in his jacket pocket just in case, but exhaustion took its toll and he closed his eyes