"You seem to be enjoying yourself in this new era, foster father," a familiar and beautiful voice spoke. Vlad's patience waned as he stared at the screen, as if confronting his nemesis.
Despite his sour mood, a smile graced Vlad's face as he looked up and saw the familiar visage of Maria, his foster daughter. Her presence managed to slightly improve his disposition. She sat opposite him on a couch, sipping a hot coffee she had brought from outside. Maria placed another cup of coffee on the low table in front of her and pushed it toward her foster father.
"Here, your favorite, Mocha," Maria said, offering a steaming cup of mocha coffee to him.
