<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Paul Ravitz</strong></span><br/>Unknown<br/><br/>Paul barely moved, only taking a step forward and swiftly to the side. His arms were still crossed, back against the wall. The dark, angry glare in his eyes never left as he watched the other, refusing to move them anywhere else. Who knew what the man would try. If he could attack an innocent, curios child, why not jump a grown man? Just more of a challenge, right? Such thoughts only made him angrier and ready to walk right out of the room without another word. However, his question had gone unanswered for ten years. He wasn't moving until he found out what it was that possessed Cameron to take his life.<br/><br/>"Fuck all your little pleasantries. I may have looked like a child all this time, but I'm a twenty year-old man." The fact that he was speaking in such a civilized manner was infuriating, like he was mocking Paul as if he was still running around playing kickball with his friends. "I don't want some bullshit story, either. Listening to your 'buddies' for so long made it real easy to figure out truth and lie. Now talk." It was the most he planned on saying; more, actually. When he was still free, the man was extremely talkative, playful, and active. He made friends easily and enjoyed the time he had out. Being trapped in the cellar ruined that life and any hope at gaining even an ounce of it back.