Riku

In the beginning, there was a rich plantation of coffee beans in the southern continent. It would produce copious amounts of beans in every season, much to the pride of its caretaker. The caretaker provided all of the fresh coffee to the gods on high, and served as the holiest barista.

However, one night, a dark cloud fell over the plantation. Lightning crashed into the most succulent bean crops and thunder echoed across the mountain tops. The caretaker looked on in horror as his plants woe'd and wilted. His luscious green plantation had fell to ruin. Above, in the mountains, laughter resounded with the thunder. The caretaker looked and saw coming to him a minor god, a god of tea. How could he have done this?

A rivalry as bitter as poor-tasting coffee was set ablaze that day. Over the centuries the gods lost their bodies and became just spirits. Thus today we see our friend, Riku the coffee ghost, caretaker of the great beans.