MOA Complex — Starbucks, Mall of Asia
Four days before system maintenance completion
The smell of coffee was one of the last luxuries that still felt real.
Inside the preserved Starbucks on the ground floor of the MOA mall, the polished counters and glass display shelves looked almost untouched by the apocalypse. The espresso machines whirred steadily, powered by Overwatch-engineered generator backups. The baristas—volunteers trained in food service—moved with calm efficiency, wearing clean aprons and name tags from a world that no longer existed.
Thomas Estaris sat near the back, a black mug in front of him. No logo, no brand—just a solid ceramic mug filled with something dark and bitter.
Across the table sat Howard Briggs, head of Logistics and Supply, in his usual gray Overwatch jacket with a tablet resting beside his arm and a cappuccino slowly cooling in front of him.
