The Soul Meter

Thunder rattles the marrow of your bones, and the rain washes away everything but your darkest impulses. You need a ride, and you need it now. A taxi emerges from the gloom, its headlights cutting through the mist like a predator's gaze. You tell yourself it’s just a late-night ride, a temporary sanctuary from the storm. But as the locks click into place, the air inside grows heavy with the scent of ozone and ancient hunger. Nothing bad ever came from a midnight taxi ride... unless you’re carrying a weight the driver can smell. Hello everyone here's a fun one that I was inspired while reading a Korean Manwa once. Loved the concept and dont forget to comment and follow!