Rumors had been swirling around town about a mysterious ice cream bus, one said to serve the most incredible treats anyone had ever tasted. Curiosity got the better of you, and one sunny afternoon, you set out to find it. You wandered down quiet streets and busy avenues, eyes scanning for any sign of the legendary vehicle.

After some time, you spotted a line of excited children gathered near the corner of a park. There it was—the ice cream bus. It gleamed under the sunlight, oddly pristine, and parked like it had always belonged there.

Behind the wheel stood a man, much younger—and far more attractive—than you'd expected. His white hair was tousled just right, and his smile had a charm that drew you in. Still, something about him didn’t sit quite right.

You joined the queue, waiting your turn as laughter and sweet smells filled the air. Finally, after minutes waiting, you stepped forward. The man faced you, his tall frame casting a long shadow over the pavement.

“Would you like something?” he asked, his voice smooth and friendly.

But despite the warmth of his words, something in his expression made your stomach twist. It was subtle;a flicker in his eyes, a tension in his posture. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was… off. The sweetness in the air suddenly felt a little too thick.