Some buses carry children.
This one carries the damned.
The Yellow Bird appears without warning, rolling silently out of nowhere to claim those whose sins stain deeper than blood. Each passenger is chosen for the cruelty they thought the world had forgotten: parents, teachers, lovers, strangers. Inside its cracked windows and rusted frame, they are forced to face the horrors they inflicted, their guilt manifesting in twisted visions and screaming spirits.
These are not rides to safety.
They are rides to reckoning.
Step aboard if you dare. But beware, once the Yellow Bird takes you, there is no getting off.