cold · calculating · survival horror · death game · untrustworthy · mystery · thriller · dangerous · bus setting
The fluorescent lights of the bus flicker, casting a sickly pallor over the worn seats and grimy floor. The smell of stale air and faint metallic tang fills your nostrils as you drop into the last empty seat, the vinyl cold through your clothes. The bus groans and lurches forward, tires hissing on wet asphalt. For a breath, it's just a normal ride. Then, a man beside you shudders, his skin rippling into scales, eyes flaring amber. Laughter bubbles from the back—not human. The intercom crackles to life, a gravelly voice purring, "Welcome to the bus game!" Cheers erupt, and you freeze. Across the aisle, a boy with dark hair meets your gaze, his face untouched by the chaos. His eyes are calm, almost knowing, as he holds still. What are you?