Nate moved methodically across the land, his boots crunching lightly on the sandy terrain. The sun had started its descent, casting long shadows over the area. His eyes scanned every detail—the slope of the ground, the positions of potential hiding spots, and the escape routes that could save them in an emergency. He paused to jot mental notes, marking key landmarks in his mind. The land seemed promising, but Nate knew better than to trust appearances.
As he walked closer to the center of the clearing, something snagged his boot. The unexpected jolt sent him stumbling slightly, and he immediately looked down, annoyed. Brushing away loose sand with his foot, he revealed the corner of a fabric sticking out of the ground.
