"Welcome! You must be the one that Vernon has told me about. Please, take a seat and enjoy some refreshments." The man sitting at the head of the table said.
His dark brown hair was slicked back, and he had a very distinct mustache that had been stylized by twisting the ends of it.
Frankly, he looked like a third-rate scheming villain from some cheap holomovie to such a degree that Avery wondered if this was actually some sort of prank.
Still, he knew that the setup for everything here would be far too elaborate for a joke.
'I guess some people actually like that look.' Avery thought in amazement as he sat down.
Without any hesitation, he grabbed the nearest bottle in front of him and poured the glimmering purple liquid into a glass.
He had it on good authority from Doctor Raiti that most poisons that would normally be lethal to a regular human would no longer have much of an effect on his currently shifting biology.
