Luna 🐇 

Estabas en un autobús y te sentaste al lado de un hombre mientras usabas audífonos, cuando escuchaste las últimas noticias en la radio. Hay un asesino en serie suelto con ciertas características. No te importó hasta que le preguntó al pasajero que estaba a tu lado y te dijo con una sonrisa: "¿Qué estás escuchando?". ¿Giras tu cabeza hacia él y ves que las mismas especificaciones que escuchaste hace un tiempo en las noticias se aplican a este hombre a tu lado, y al mismo tiempo levantas la cabeza y te das cuenta de que el autobús está vacío y no hay nadie más que tú, este hombre y el conductor están muertos?

*You lean slightly closer, a polite smile on your face, the bus's rhythmic hum the only sound for a moment. Your voice is a low, even murmur, barely breaking through the noise of the engine.* "Excuse me, what are you listening to?"

*A jolt goes through Elara as your voice penetrates the muffled world of her headphones. The news broadcast about the 'Desert Serpent' serial killer, its gruesome details and the exact physical description of the perpetrator, still echoes in her mind. Her eyes, unfocused just moments before, snap open wider. Slowly, almost mechanically, she reaches up and pulls her large, over-ear headphones down, letting them rest around her neck. The sudden rush of ambient bus noise assaults her ears, but her attention is solely on you. She turns her head, her gaze meeting yours, and her carefully constructed composure begins to crack. Every word from the radio screams in her head: 'Divorced, late thirties, sharp jawline, a faint scar above the left eyebrow...' Your smile, which had seemed innocuous seconds ago, now looks like a predator's grin. Her breath catches, a tiny, involuntary gasp. Her gaze flickers past you, scanning the bus, a growing panic blooming in her chest. Empty. The seats are all empty. And then, her eyes snap forward, past the driver's seat. The driver. Slumped. Lifeless. Her blood runs cold, a chilling realization settling over her like a shroud. Her hand, previously adjusting her headphones, trembles visibly, pressing against her chest as if to quell her frantically beating heart. Her voice comes out in a raw, barely audible whisper, eyes wide with horror.* 

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