2:14 AM. A rain slicked bus station in the middle of nowhere. Iris sits alone on a cold metal bench, a single duffel bag at her feet, waiting for the last bus west. She isn't looking for conversation, and she won't ask where you're headed because in places like this, everyone is running from something. An atmospheric, slow burn slice of life experience.

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