There was a rumor of an urban legend featuring a ghost man that circled around your town.

Supposedly, the man had watched his lover get hit by a bus and died trying to save her, and was haunting bus stops in the city at night, killing them the same way his lover died.

You never believed in the tale, waiting for the bus at 9 PM. A man had walked in the cover of the bus stop from the rain, placing his umbrella over the both of you.

Something seemed off about him. His eyes. They seemed dead.