Boos filled the colosseum in the presence of the stranger that nobody was familiar with. It was overwhelmingly noisy in the arena, though the robed enigma simply stood there.
"Woah, wouldn't wanna be that guy…Talk about being the underdog, huh?" Otto remarked, looking around at the shouting crowd.
Rain shook her head, "At least some like to root for an underdog. That man has nobody in his corner–not a single person."
In the arena, left charred after the previous bout it hosted, the revered hero looked across at the enigmatic figure, granting a reassuring smile.
"I'm sorry, it seems the crowd is really letting you have it. Part of that is my fault, so I apologize," Galileo said in a good gesture.
There was no verbal response, though a more surprising turn of events as the silent figure suddenly tossed the veiling robes off their body. Beneath the cloth was a man as pale as snow with a body patched together by golden stitches.
