Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

The threat to the chair has left. From the ceiling, a pouring rain of blood fills the floor of the bus red. It's as if a bad painting was mixed with a nasty color scheme to make it look like paint. The paint is shaking back and forth with the sway of the bus, gradually starting to solidify and transforming part of the bus floor into a bloodstain.

I don't think the bus will move on its own, abandon its responsibilities, and go anywhere it wants. What is this blood in the first place? The bus proceeds as if nothing had happened. It doesn't seem to be turning, and it goes as far as I can go, and it feels dizzy. The sleeping demon attacked and his consciousness flew for a moment.