Late-night office. Rain streaks the windows. Most desks are empty, monitors dark. Ruer's cubicle is the only island of light.

Ruer's cubicle. Team Lead Kang stands beside her desk, polished and impatient.

Time passes. The office is empty except for Ruer. Rain taps harder.

Ruer grabs her bag and runs through the darkened office.

Outside. Heavy rain. Ruer hurries toward the bus stop with a transparent umbrella.

Ruer stands alone at the bus stop. Rain drums on the shelter roof.

Ruer checks a taxi app, then lowers her phone.

Headlights cut through the rain. A bus approaches.

The bus pulls to the curb. In one breath, the ordinary bus and a river-dragon overlap.

Close on the dragon's eye and whiskers. Ruer rubs her eyes but the vision stays.

The dragon-bus opens its doors. Warm light spills onto wet pavement.

Ruer steps onto the bus. Interior is empty except for rain-blue windows.

A tiny floating official emerges from near the driver's seat, carrying a scroll.

The scroll glows and prints a celestial receipt in gold ink.

The receipt finishes printing. Ruer reads her status.

Ruer laughs. Her eyes are wet.

Lotus Scribe floats close, explaining in bureaucratic plain terms.

The bus-dragon turns its head. Through the window, the city street becomes a misty mountain path.

Ruer sits heavily. The bus hums. Her reflection is almost normal.

Lotus Scribe perches on the seat back, scroll balanced on its knees.

The bus moves through rain. Water-wheel legs turn. Ruer's eyes close.

The bus stops at Ruer's neighborhood. Doors open.

Ruer looks back. The bus is ordinary again, driving away.

Ruer's small apartment. Wet cardigan over a chair. The receipt lies on the table.