The starting gun fired, and the race began.
The first few laps were relatively normal, with the athletes maintaining their rhythm. But by the fifth lap, unexpected events began to unfold in an India-exclusive manner.
First, it was the smell.
A pungent, choking odor, like a mix of ammonia and decaying matter, suddenly surged from some vent or underground pipe in the stadium, permeating above the tracks. Several athletes were caught off guard, coughing violently, disrupting their pace.
"What the hell is that?!" a Kenyan runner shouted as he ran.
Next to him, an Indian local runner seemed prepared, pulling a small cloth bag from his shorts pocket and covering his mouth and nose, murmuring, "Never mind! It's the nearby chemical plant... uh, no, it's the sacred spice workshop working overtime! It's invigorating!"
Invigorating? That smell could wake the dead!
Then came the auditory interference.
