Heavily in debt, I took over the job of taking the No. 89 Bus at night in the suburbs, only to realize that this bus had endless secrets. The self-opening doors of the empty station that departed in the early morning, the mysterious passengers with no pupils and crooked necks, and the lingering smell of mold and blood in the carriage dragged me step by step into the whirlpool of terror. The road ahead was full of horrors haunted by evil spirits, and behind me was the reality of debt collection and death. I could only hold on to the steering wheel and look for a glimmer of hope on the endless dark night road.
Very good hahaha