Church of the Deceased
Editor: Henyee Translations
"Please choose your destination."
Greya had heard the question for the third time. She had not said anything yet because she was too surprised to take in the situation she was in.
This time, she finally decided to say something. "Witch's Town."
"Cat Bus will depart shortly. Please hang on tight. Next stop, Witch's Town!"
As soon as it finished talking, the Cat Bus began bolting through woods, mountain ranges, and waters, like running on plain ground. Greya was once again surprised greatly when she felt no bumping at all. It was as if the creature-vehicle's paw pads perfectly dampened all turbulence.
While enjoying the chilly night wind that went through the bus' coverless windows, Greya admired the changing views outside on her soft fur seat.