As the conversation carried on among the others, Jason's attention changed. He began to scan the area with a keen eye, every instinct in his body telling him to stay alert. The silence around them was unnatural, too still, too quiet. It was the kind of quiet that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, the kind that suggested something was lurking just out of sight.
His senses, sharpened by countless encounters with danger, were now on high alert. Every shadow seemed a little too dark, every rustle of leaves a little too suspicious. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and Jason couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. His eyes darted around, searching for any sign of movement, any hint of danger that might be creeping closer. He didn't like this—not one bit. The silence felt like a trap, and his instincts screamed at him to be ready for whatever might come next.
"My spidey senses are tingling," Jason thought, trying to relax a bit.
