[Midnight Last Bus]

Late at night, I was driving the empty last bus back to the depot. Through the rearview mirror, I suddenly saw a woman sitting in the last row with her head down. A chill ran down my spine. I quickly pulled over, turned around, and shouted, "Miss, we've reached the terminal, please get off!" At that moment, the woman in the rearview mirror slowly lifted her head, and from behind me, a cold breath whispered, "Were you calling me?"