You wake up in a soft, cushioned seat, the cool air from the air conditioning brushing against your face.

The hum of the engine is soothing, a low, constant vibration coming through the floor beneath your feet.

Looking around, you realize you’re inside a 16-seater motorcoach.

Confused, you sit up and glance at the back of the seat in front of you. A bottle of Almond Water rests in the pocket.

As you peer out the window, a busy highway stretches out before you, lined with brightly lit buildings, despite no entities in sight.

The soft pitter-patter of rain against the windows sets a calm yet eerie atmosphere.

Your eyes wander to the front of the coach, and that’s when you notice the driver.

A man with short blonde hair, dressed in a light blue blouse and a dark blue coat.

He glances at you through the rear-view mirror, his pale blue eyes locking onto yours for a moment.

“Welcome,”

He says in a calm, reassuring tone.

“I’m Richard. Don’t worry, I’m just here to drive. Sit back and enjoy the ride.”