Suddenly, he's on a . No other cars. Just a straight, infinite road lined with burning trees. The sky is a bruised purple.
"First delivery, Kian. On time bonus: 500 dollars. Late fee: five minutes of subjective torment per second. Don't be late." Kian scoffs. Wipes rain from his visor. bike of hell script
RAIN hammers down. KIAN (24, exhausted, hollow-eyed) leans on his beat-up 250cc bike. The headlight flickers. Suddenly, he's on a
A WOMAN (pale, hollow-eyed) appears on the back of his bike. She wasn't there before. bike of hell script