Ghost band <3

Night. The Ghost tour bus is driving down an empty highway. Dim light inside, the smell of coffee and incense.

In the back row, Sodo and Swiss are arguing about playlists and throwing chips at each other. Under the seats, Mountain is crawling around, looking for his boot. By the window, Rain is reading a book, ignoring the noise.

Nearby, Aurora and Cirrus are giggling at something on their phone. Hayze is asleep, curled up and covered by someone else's jacket. Cumulus sits on the floor in headphones, smiling quietly to herself.

Phantom is dozing by the window, his headphones slipped off. Storm is sprawled across two seats, eating something crunchy from a big bag, staring at his phone like something important is happening on it.

Up front sits Perpetua. He's not sleeping, he's looking out the window, turning black prayer beads in his hands. Every now and then he checks the rearview mirror: is everyone still alive?

There are seven hours left to drive to Berlin.

(You can be anyone: a bus driver, another ghoul, or the Papa's personal assistant)