Sitting inside his studio, Pablo's mind was a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts.
The adrenaline from the intense battle with the savage men still coursed through his veins, leaving him both exhilarated and on edge.
The events of the night had left him deep in contemplation, and his expression reflected the weight of the thoughts swirling within him.
His eyes stared off into the distance, but it was clear that his focus was not on the physical space around him.
Instead, he seemed lost in the labyrinth of his own mind, replaying the events that had unfolded just moments ago.
Also, three spatial pouches sat on the glass table in front of Pablo, their strange markings etched onto the surface, hinting at their mysterious origins.
The dim light in the room cast an eerie glow on the pouches, adding to their enigmatic aura.
Pablo's hand trembled slightly as he reached for one of the pouches, curiosity mingled with apprehension.
