The Justicar

What kind of person are you really? What would you do if you couldn't remember your past? Would your actions be the same without your memories? Could you prove that you were a good person if you couldn't remember who you are? Daniel steps out into the bright sunlight. The rays burn his eyes, forcing him to shut them briefly. He shields them with his hand as he looks around. He has entered the Colosseum in Rome. The stands are full, and the people are shouting so loudly it hurts his ears. The smell of death permeates the arena, making a soft, sickening odor. He looks down and notices he is wearing armor with a sword strapped to his waist. "How did I get here?" Daniel looks puzzled as he looks around. "What is going on?" Across from him at the other end of the Colosseum is another man dressed in armor like his. The gladiator charges with sword held high and swings at Daniel straight down. Daniel can feel the rush of wind as the sword barely misses his ear. He yells to the gladiator, "Why are you doing this?" The gladiator is only silent. His goal is to kill Daniel, and nothing else matters.