Johan found himself drawn to the Coliseum, the grand structure standing as a silent witness to the eons of human history. The echoes of his recent confrontation lingered in his mind like an unwelcome guest. He needed a moment of solitude, a chance to confront the twisted dance of power and morality that had unfolded in the alley.
Entering the Coliseum, Johan felt the weight of its ancient stones pressing on him, as if the very structure held the collective pain of countless battles. He wandered through the corridors, the haunting whispers of history serving as a backdrop to his troubled thoughts.
Stumbling upon a forgotten room, Johan caught his reflection in a dusty mirror. His eyes, still holding traces of the dark energies that had consumed him, met his own gaze. "What have I become?" he muttered, the words bouncing off the cold walls.
