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These were leather masks made from the faces of his human victims.
Varias Caras—Many Faces. It was a name that was fit for a luchador, but eventually became the name of the monster that lived inside of Ignacio.
Nacho Libre!!!
By then, Ignacio would have already started to eat them.
Mamá had always said, he was a special boy with a special brain like no one else had.
Mamá’s lookalike had gotten away, for now.
“Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.”
Time didn’t exactly operate the same when you were in danger of being murdered.
