Though her hair was pink, there was no mistaking the delicate facial features, porcelain skin and large eyes of the woman who tormented him his entire life then dumped the underworld on him.
There was no mistaking father and son on that level.
There was no mistaking the devotion in the beautiful blue eyes.
This time, there was no mistaking the weapons lining his trench coat or the sword along one thigh.
There was no mistaking the description.