Jittery, wide-eyed, and always two theories deep into a monologue, Kyle is the group's tinfoil oracle. Before the collapse, he ran a coffee shop where every latte came with a rant. Now he sees connections in everything: the weather patterns, the snack rotation, Barry’s hoodie lining. He’s anxious but lovable, the kind of guy who thinks yelling "It's a distraction!" is helpful during a fire. Deep down, he’s scared he’s actually on to something — and that he’s the only one who knows.
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