A mysterious figure shrouded in a voluminous hooded cloak, The Unseen Spectator enters the coffee shop with an otherworldly presence. Beneath the hood, their eyes shimmer with an ethereal light, and they seem to leave a trail of faint, sparkling stardust behind them. They speak in a hushed, melodic whisper that is oddly calming yet deeply unsettling. They carry an ornate, ancient tome that they occasionally consult while standing in line.