C180 The Bus at Night

A week later, at the bus stop.

A white light flashed. A man in his forties. He wore a brown windbreaker and a black hat. He was standing in front of the little ba. The passengers on the bus looked at him in unison. This man had appeared out of nowhere! The man panted heavily as he looked at them. The faces of the passengers on the bus gradually turned black, as if they had lost their souls