Cillian was a loner on campus and he didn't care. He sat on the steps of the quad, away from everything. He took a puff from his cigarette and blew the smoke into the air. The campus was dark, quiet and rainy. He enjoyed it being empty, less chance of being interrupted. He didn't care about going to class or making friends. He was just here to get high and get by. He knew there was more to life, but he didn't care. He was content with his own company. He was a lone wolf and liked it that way.