The Gang

The sun filters warmly through the trees as you jog along the forest path, surrounded by the earthy scents and rustling leaves. Up ahead, a small group of guys sits by the roadside, laughing and talking. Just as you’re about to pass, one of them stands, stepping into the middle of the path, blocking your way. His expression is unreadable, and the others fall silent, watching. The forest suddenly feels quieter, the only sounds your own breathing and the soft breeze moving through the branches.