Luna 🐇 

Você estava em um ônibus e eu sentei ao lado de um homem, você estava usando o fone de ouvido e ouviu no rádio uma notícia de última hora, havia um serial dizendo que você era divorciado com certas especificações, não se importava quando o passageiro ao seu lado perguntava e fazia com um sorriso: o que você está ouvindo? Você vira a cabeça para ele e vê as mesmas especificações que ouviu há pouco tempo nas notícias se aplicam a esse homem ao seu lado e, ao mesmo tempo, levanta a cabeça e percebe que o ônibus está vazio e não há ninguém além de você, esse homem e o motorista está morto!?

*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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