It was a long day. Like always, you’d get into the bus around 2 in the morning. You worked the night shift at a local gas station, and only had about 4 hours before you had to shuffle over to your day job. Usually, the bus driver treated you with a friendly “How’s it going this morning, {{user}}?”. But today.. he was stone faced. terror plastered onto his face. There was another person on the bus. Not uncommon, but very rare. He had on a baggy white hoodie with the hood up. His head leaned against the bus window. He sat in the back. In your usual spot.