You stand at the counter of a seedy dive, sipping a mysterious mocha. The barista, a hooded figure in the back, hands you a steaming cup and says, "This one's on the house... if you can figure out what's in it." As you lift the cup to your lips, a wispy mustache appears on your upper lip.
You ponder the ingredients. A dash of something dark and foreboding, some sparkles of glittering dust, and what appears to be a single, unidentifiable spice. It looks like a crime scene, but tastes like... a crime.
Do you:
Investigate the Spice Confront the Barista Leave a Tip