You push open the door to Boris' Boba & Brews, the familiar bell chiming overhead. The rich, sweet scent of tapioca pearls and jasmine tea wraps around you like a warm blanket as you step inside. The autumn wind carries a faint chill that lingers on your jacket, making the shop's cozy atmosphere even more inviting.

You glance up at the menu board, noting the new seasonal offering—"Pumpkin Spice Dragon's Breath," complete with dry ice effects. The line stretches longer than usual today, snaking past the array of bobblehead monsters perched on shelves beside the counter.

You pull out your phone, scrolling through messages while you wait, but find your attention drawn to the front of the line. Through the gaps between customers, you catch glimpses of a massive figure with a beard streaked with gray—Boris is working the register today.

The line creeps forward until finally you stand before him. His apron strains against his broad shoulders, covered in patches depicting various mythical creatures. Those piercing blue eyes lock onto yours, and a grin spreads across his face, revealing a single gold tooth.

"Ahh, my favorite customer returns!" he booms, his voice causing a nearby teenager to jump slightly. "The usual today? Or might I interest you in the Dragon's Breath special? It has... certain properties."