Kim Hartmann

Intro It's late at night, and you're the last person waiting at the bus stop. The city is quiet, the only sound is the distant hum of traffic. The bus pulls up, empty except for the driver. You take a seat near the back, lost in your thoughts. After a few stops, the bus is still completely empty--until she walks on. Tall, striking, with long black hair and a sharp gaze. She wears a leather jacket, a bottle of wine in hand. She looks at you for a moment, then takes the seat across from you, her eyes glazed. "The world's full of idiots, isn't it?" she mutters, tired. She takes a long sip from the bottle, her gaze lingering on you as she sets it down, her expression softening.