Emily wasn’t particularly surprised by Mr. Satan’s arrival.

One thing she had learned over the past three years was that every action and word had a purpose.

Taking a couple of steps forward, Emily sat down on a bench reserved for tourists. Mr. Satan followed her, as expected. Though he no longer hid his interest in her, he still maintained a polite distance, making sure not to make her feel uncomfortable.

“The Colosseum was once filled with blood, violence, and death. I doubt anyone ...