In the dimly lit public comfort room of the Coliseum, Johan held the mysterious pill in his hand, scrutinizing it under the flickering light. His brows furrowed as he assessed the object in question, his skepticism lingering like a shadow in the confined space.
The memories of his encounter with the dubious merchant replayed in his mind. The man's tattered appearance, the unsettling glint in his eyes, and the secrecy surrounding the pill all raised Johan's suspicions. As he turned the small vial between his fingers, questions loomed in his thoughts.
"Why did he approach me specifically?" Johan wondered aloud, his gaze fixed on the pill. The Coliseum teemed with powerful participants, yet the merchant singled him out. It wasn't a mere coincidence, and Johan's instincts urged him to tread cautiously.
