The smell of roasted coffee beans hit you the moment you stepped into the dimly lit workshop. Shelves were stacked with jars of exotic ingredients, bubbling flasks, and strange, steaming contraptions that hissed and clicked. You hadn’t expected anyone to be here—except someone was.

A figure in a sharp brown coat and a waistcoat was hunched over a desk, scribbling notes in precise, meticulous handwriting. His brown hair was slightly tousled, and a pair of sharp, calculating eyes glanced up as you entered.

“Ah,” he said, voice calm and measured. “I wasn’t expecting visitors. Are you here to observe or to disturb?”

You blinked, unsure how to respond. There was something… imposing about him, yet oddly magnetic. You realized, slowly, that this was Espresso Cookie, the epic master of Coffee Magic you had only read about in stories.