Riya always took the 9:40 night bus home. It was predictable, safe, and mostly empty. But on Friday, something felt wrong the moment she stepped inside. The lights flickered twice, as if warning her. The bus was completely silent, except for one passenger sitting at the very back, head lowered, wearing a long black coat. She couldn’t see his face.Riya chose a seat in the middle. The driver didn’t greet her like usual. He only shut the door quickly and pulled away from the stop with unusual speed. She frowned but stayed quiet.A few minutes later, she felt eyes on