382 Beauty and the Beast

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 watching the events here thousands of years ago could have imagined that it would one day become a tourist attraction, with benches for resting and ticket booths nearby,” Mr. Satan said lightly, his raspy voice somehow blending with the historical weight of the place.

Emily had no interest in delving into people’s pasts. By now, everyone carried their own stories, stories not easily unraveled by strangers.