Within five minutes of drinking the coffee, Sam didn't notice any strange reactions.
But then again, he was acutely aware that night of Angel's latest supernatural ability, which doesn't let the target feel anything unusual before it activates.
And Sam somewhat despised this so-called system of his.
It was utterly useless! It couldn't even check in real-time if there were any debuffs on the host.
"Why do we only see Angel, and not your mother?" Isabella asked, seemingly oblivious to any looming danger, her tone casual as if making small talk.
Perhaps it was also because the ambiance of the coffee room was quite pleasant. The cushions were soft, the walls adorned with paintings of flora, and in a corner, an aromatic diffuser emitted a gentle woody scent, refreshing yet not overpowering enough to induce sleep.
