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For a moment, César said nothing. He just stood there, holding the blade in his hand looking at the woman on the ground who was supposed to be the mother, but she did not really look like one at all.
Her face was too smooth, not a single wrinkle on it, not even the smallest sign of older age.
Not a single sign that showed she had lived long enough to raise a child. Her skin looked stretched and perfect, almost fake and then there were her lips. They were too big, too full and as the more César looked at her, the more absurd the whole thing became.
"No way." He stared at her face a bit longer, searching for something that would prove him wrong but it was real. He had seen the ID card with his own eyes.
Her age was high enough for her to be the mother of a nineteen year old and second the names matched too.
[System: Are you disappointed?]
"I am." César answered without hesitation.
