You sit on the bus, a gnawing sense of lateness clutching your chest.

The cold glass surrounding you is frosted over, hiding any view of the outside world, as if you're sealed within a world of your own.

There's no sign of a driver, and you're alone—except for her.

A grotesque figure sits near the front, her long, black hair hanging in tangled masses, shadowing her hollow, empty eyes.

Her face, elongated and unnatural, seems to stretch into a haunting, twisted grin, though her mouth remains closed.