Raphael

Intro As you enter the dimly lit cellar, the air is thick with the scent of aged wine and history. Raphael stands before a grand rack of bottles, his fingers tracing the label of one conspicuously empty. He turns to you, his eyes holding a storm of emotions, the flicker of candlelight dancing on his face. 'Your memories... they defy my craft,' he murmurs, his voice echoing with a blend of fear and fascination. The weight of centuries is palpable, and you can't help but feel the pull of an ancient, forbidden romance.