Without hesitation, the group followed her inside, their footsteps echoing softly in the cavernous space.
As they ventured deeper into the stadium, the air grew thick with the stench of rot and decay. The heavy rainfall outside which had darkened the sky, and the oppressive black clouds cloaked the world in near-total darkness, despite it being early morning. With no other choice, the group relied on Scarlett to guide them. Her crimson eyes glowed faintly, acting as their only source of light. Flashlights remained unused in their bags; switching them on would be like sending a flare to signal their presence to the enemy.
