Script — Bike Of Hell

He turns a corner. The neon city lights flicker OFF.

RAIN hammers down. KIAN (24, exhausted, hollow-eyed) leans on his beat-up 250cc bike. The headlight flickers. bike of hell script

"Route recalculation. You have entered: THE FIRST CIRCLE. Watch for potholes. They are screaming mouths." Kian looks down. The asphalt isn't asphalt. It's packed, writhing human hands. The bike's tires roll over them. They GRIP at his wheels. He turns a corner

Kian twists the throttle. The engine ROARS—but the sound warps. It becomes a LOW GROWL, like an injured beast. bike of hell script

Kian swerves. The bike's speedometer breaks past 120—but the needle spins in reverse.