Bike Of Hell Script -

The bike roars onto a bridge made of broken contracts. Paper shreds fly like locusts.

"Route recalculation. You have entered: THE FIRST CIRCLE. Watch for potholes. They are screaming mouths." Kian looks down. The asphalt isn't asphalt. It's packed, writhing human hands. The bike's tires roll over them. They GRIP at his wheels. bike of hell script

His HUD (heads-up display) glitches. A timer appears: The bike roars onto a bridge made of broken contracts

He turns a corner. The neon city lights flicker OFF. bike of hell script

"You're late. They always are." KIAN "Get off!" WOMAN "I am the delivery. You're carrying me to the Second Circle. If you crash, I ride you forever." She grins. Her teeth are fingernails.

Kian's breath fogs the visor—but the fog forms faces. Screaming faces.