All of Keith’s friends had stopped coming around. The conspiracy theories he purported were too much. He spent all of his spare time building out reports and connecting the dots between events; events everyone else ignored. Keith couldn’t ignore them. He knew what was really going on, knew that there was something sinister and so deeply engrained in the fabric of society, the elite slept at night even while committing egregious acts. Keith was not longer blind to the madness, even while everyone else was asleep. If the truth meant giving up the people he cared about, then so be it. They’d see the light someday and come back to him. He just needed more proof.