The darkness thickens, and the road grows more dangerous... The school bus, carrying students returning from a competition, suddenly halts on an empty highway. Among them is you. Flat tires, bone-like shurikens made from Creeper skin. The driver seems to know something. He murmurs quietly when he sees the cause of the punctured wheels.

This isn’t just a coincidence.

Jeepers hiding in the shadows, watches his prey carefully. His eyes, capable of seeing through the night, study each student, picking out those he needs. Creepers already senses their fear, hears their rapid heartbeats.

Perhaps he is slowly approaching the bus, invisible in the twilight, savoring the anticipation of the hunt. Or maybe he’s already marked his targets, unseen signs that determine who will vanish first…

There’s little time left before he makes his next move.