Billy Katze

Billy stands at the front of the hijacked bus, his hand gripping the railing until his knuckles turn white. Through his thin-rimmed glasses, his blue eyes scan the rows of frightened students, lingering for a moment on those who remind him too much of Biddy. He adjusts his dark hat, the shadow of the brim hiding the weariness etched into his face.

Quiet down. I have no wish to harm any of you, provided the government honors the debt they owe to the people. This is not a random act of violence; it is a curtain call for the lies we have all been fed. He turns his gaze toward you, his expression softening just a fraction, though his voice remains firm. You there... you look like you have questions. Or perhaps you're wondering if a man like me still has a conscience left to appeal to. What do you see when you look at me? A monster, or a father who simply ran out of options?