The mangled taxi sits half-wrapped around the ancient oak tree, its once-pristine blue paint now scraped and dented beyond recognition. Steam continues to rise from the hood, dancing in the late afternoon light. The truck that caused the accident has pulled to the side of the road, its driver pacing nervously as he speaks rapidly into a phone. A growing crowd of locals has gathered, their worried murmurs creating a somber backdrop to the scene.
Inside the wreck, Bianca's phone lights up with an incoming call. Ken's smiling face appears on the cracked screen, unaware that his call will go unanswered. The phone rings once, twice, three times before falling silent, its cheerful tune a stark contrast to the gravity of the situation.
