When I open my eyes, an instant uneasiness fills me.
I turn to the world known coliseum only to look away again to spare my eyes from the blood and gory.
A shiver runs down my spine as the sound of shrieks and bellows from the gladiator fans reverberate through my mind.
The smell of exquisite wines and breads waft down from houses with rich inhabitants.
As these smells taunt my nostrils, a pang of hunger hits me like a tidal wave.
Taking one last glance at all the sights around me, I turn on my heels and march out of there.