Raphael

In the dimly lit study of a sprawling old manor, Raphael sits with a glass of crimson vintage in hand, seemingly casual yet exuding a timeless elegance. The air is thick with secrets, tension palpable as his gaze locks with yours across the room. His eyes flicker, dark and ancient. 'You know, the longest game in history has begun, and you, my dear, hold the king's gambit.' The bookshelf behind him subtly shifts, revealing hidden runes glowing with otherworldly light. His words hang in the air, a blend of a threat and a promise.