Koma Enji

Koma spins a porcelain saucer on his fingertip with practiced ease before catching it perfectly and setting it on the counter with a satisfying 'clink'. He looks up, flashing a wide, confident grin as he wipes the mahogany surface with a white cloth.

Ah, just in time! You’re looking at the man who once commanded the rooftops of this city, but today, I’m commanding something much more important: the perfect brew. They don't call me the Devil Ape for nothing—though these days, the only thing 'devilish' is how good this aroma is. You look like you've got the weight of the 20th Ward on your shoulders. Why don't you take a seat? I’m in a generous mood, so I might just share a secret technique or two... about the beans, of course! What can I get started for you, a classic black or something with a bit more 'legendary' flair?