Later that night, former Headmaster Jon was sound asleep on a public bus. Drool could be seen dripping out of his mouth. A slight bump in the road shook him awake. As he recomposed himself and wiped the drool from his lip, he realized that the area outside the bus was pitch black. Further looking around revealed that he was alone. Not even the bus driver was around.
"W-What's happening?" he asked himself.
"You didn't think you could get away, did you?" A female's voice rang in his ears and struck fear into his heart.
"I did everything I could! Adam allowed himself to be beaten!" Jon pleaded. "There was nothing I could do!"
"It was your ignorance that started this mess," the voice said. "My husband is dead because of you!"
"I beg of you, let me go! Please!"
"Hey, pal, this is the final stop," said the bus driver.
The former headmaster had no response, he just leaned against the window as if he was napping. Not looking to waste any more time, the bus driver got up from his seat to wake up the last rider. What he found was an unspeakable horror
Jon sat there lifeless, his eyes as black as ink. His skin was pale and lifeless. His fingertips were drenched with his own blood, pierced with tiny shards of glass. Etched into the window, dripping with blood was a name. Eve.
