Stench

At midnight, Maverick, Russell, and Wolfgang approached the abandoned building, walking side by side. The neglected pathway leading to it was overgrown with bushes, though faint traces of a worn trail hinted at occasional use. 

The night was eerily quiet, with only the soft rustling of leaves in the wind to accompany their steps.

Russell leaned closer, cupping his hand beside his mouth to whisper, "Shouldn't we at least hide or something? If we just walk out in the open like this, they'll see us."

Before either Maverick or Wolfgang could respond, Wolfgang stepped on a brittle branch, the sharp crack splitting the silence. 

The sound startled Russell, who reflexively raised both hands and froze in place. Maverick and Wolfgang stopped in their tracks, turning to look at him.

Russell's face flushed with embarrassment under their gazes. Just as he began to move again, he felt a firm pressure against his lower back.