As the strange man left the museum, his mind couldn't help but wander towards the encounter with Nero and his mother. The guards noticed his complex expression, but neither of them spoke and only did their duty, they knew full well that they weren't of the status to provide counseling to such an individual.
'That woman... I can't put my hands on it, but... despite that dying stench, she truly does carry a tinge of familiarity... so much like her...' The man thought with slightly fascinated eyes as if recalling a figure of peerless beauty that was strong and prideful.
As the man compared the two, he shook his head as he knew such a pale and sickly-looking woman that was on the doorway to death could in no way be his fantasy.
Eventually, this man had arrived before a black Limousine, one though similar to its old era counterpart, carried differences through its stylized and angular design.
