3:30 AM Seth had yet to sleep. Something was eating away at his mind. He could have walked upstairs and fallen asleep because he lived above the gym, but his mind was racing. With every punch that hit the large bag filled with sand. His memories where swirling around inside his mind. He saw everything, every fight he started, every man he beat within an inch of their life, and the blood. The blood that was on his knuckles stained his skin. Every time he hit the punching back he saw everyone he had fought, every person he had hospitalized. He suddenly stopped as he remembered one in particular. The man was about 27 and was as tall as he was. His fist clinched tighter as he remembered the day he met the man. “It was a mistake, you should have just given up the money and ran, but you didn’t. Why? Why did you continue to fight? Why couldn’t you have just given up the money and left? Damn it!” Seth said as he punched the bad with such force it broke off the rope it was hanging from and fell to the ground. He took a deep breath and looked up at the man leaning against the wall. “Come on amico, you can’t keep living in the past so much. è necessario spostare in Avanti and think about the future.” The man said. Seth just sighed before he whipped the sweat from his brow. “I wish you would just speak English and not mix in the Italian Ezio. Besides, I know not to live in the past, but I can’t help but regret all my actions” Seth said. Ezio just sighed and placed his hand on Seth’s shoulder. “Regretting all your mistakes and wrongful actions is the first step to atonement. You mustn’t let them hold you back” Ezio said. Seth sighed and nodded. “True, but there’s still something bothering me. With all this fighting. My old self might appear. It likes to appear when I’m fighting. Even in some of my MMA fights. It showed itself. Like, my old personality has taken its own form inside my mind” Seth said. “Sometimes to get rid of evil, one must first lose his self to lose the evil inside his mind. An old friend once told me. Hell is not a place, but what a person thinks of inside their mind. Therefore hell is inside your mind” Ezio said. Seth nodded. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep but he knew he could meditate for a few hours to calm his nerves of his shacking feelings and emotions.