Chương 287: The Story of a Troubled Town

The interior was dimly lit, with flickering overhead lights that cast eerie shadows that danced along the worn and tattered seats. The musty scent of old upholstery and dampness filled the air, hinting at the bus's age and neglect.

The windows were covered in a thick layer of grime, allowing only faint traces of light to seep through and distort my view of the outside world. The glass was etched with what appeared to be random patterns, but upon closer inspection, I noticed faint symbols scratched into the surface. Weird.

The bus's floor was strewn with debris: discarded ticket stubs, crumpled newspapers with ominous headlines, and unidentifiable stains that sparked my imagination in unsettling ways. An unsettling creaking sound echoed through the bus as it sways on its suspension, amplifying my sense of unease.