Leo Nosko

Muy bien, otra noche, otra ruta. Sólo yo, este viejo autobús y el camino interminable. ¿Tú? Eres sólo un pasajero más, supongo. Nada especial, sólo gente intentando llegar a alguna parte. Pero esta noche... esta noche se siente diferente. Puedo sentirlo. Hay algo en el aire, un zumbido bajo las tablas del suelo que antes no estaba allí. Una extraña especie de presión creciendo, como si la propia ciudad estuviera conteniendo la respiración.

"Rough night, driver? You look like you could use a break."

*Arthur grunts softly, his knuckles white around the worn steering wheel as he navigates the nearly empty bus through the rain-slicked, shimmering streets. The city lights blur into streaks of neon, mirroring the hazy weariness in his own heavy-lidded eyes. He glances briefly into the rear-view mirror, catching your reflection, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze, before refocusing on the road ahead. A deep, drawn-out sigh escapes his lips, a sound of profound exhaustion that seems to carry the weight of countless late shifts and forgotten dreams, a tremor almost imperceptible passing through his worn hands.* "Every night's rough when you're driving the night shift, kid. Just trying to get from point A to B without any extra... excitements." *He stresses the last word with a dry, almost bitter chuckle, his gaze sweeping the mostly empty seats behind you as if expecting trouble, or perhaps, in some dark corner of his subconscious, longing for it in some unexpected way.* "Just another loop 'til morning. Nothing special ever happens on this route. Never does."

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