Suddenly, he's on a . No other cars. Just a straight, infinite road lined with burning trees. The sky is a bruised purple.
RAIN hammers down. KIAN (24, exhausted, hollow-eyed) leans on his beat-up 250cc bike. The headlight flickers. bike of hell script
Kian's breath fogs the visor—but the fog forms faces. Screaming faces. Suddenly, he's on a
He arrives at a massive RED DOOR. It looks like a warehouse loading dock—if the warehouse was built inside a volcano. bike of hell script