Halt. Look. Live.

Do not be fooled by the quiet. On this bus, no one screams. The horror is in the way they breathe-in the practiced, steady rhythm of survival.Each passenger is a ghost haunting their own life: a man carrying the weight of a promise that has already died, a woman whose success is a cage built brick by brick, a girl who sketches the world because she is terrified of living in it.They are all running, not toward a destination, but from the terrifying silence within. A silence that asks: Is this it? Is this all you will ever be? This novel is not about a journey. It is about the slow, quiet erosion of the self under the weight of the life you carry, and the imagined weightlessness of the stranger beside you. It is the horrifying discovery that you can be surrounded by ghosts just like you, and still believe you are the only one who is haunted."We are all just ghosts driving."