Johan strode purposefully through the bustling streets, the Colosseum looming ahead like a behemoth awaiting its next challenger. As he navigated the labyrinthine alleys, the city's heartbeat pulsed around him—a fusion of distant chatter, the rhythmic clatter of horse-drawn carriages, and the occasional market haggling.
His journey, however, took an unexpected turn when a stranger, clad in a modest attire, halted him with a polite inquiry, "Excuse me, sir. Could you direct me to the Church of Saint Cecilia? I seem to have lost my way."
Johan, initially caught off guard, maintained his composure and replied, "Ah, I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the church's location. My apologies."
