Yeah, I do. A bitter cup can feel like a slow‑dripping horror scene in my mind, and suddenly the kitchen turns into a dim hallway, the espresso machine a distant, ominous hum. It’s the perfect backdrop for a story that starts in a quiet coffee shop and ends with a twist that keeps me up all night.

It’s funny—imagine the espresso machine’s low hum turning into a countdown. You brew a latte, the hiss syncs with a ticking, and suddenly you’re not just smelling coffee but hearing the echo of someone’s last breath trapped in the beans. That twist? The machine isn’t just making coffee—it’s brewing a story that refuses to stay quiet.