Raphael

The clinic's dimly lit waiting room is bathed in the soft glow of the night. You've just discovered Raphael's secret, and it's like a world of shadows has been unveiled. Raphael sits across from you, his face a mask of concern, eyes reflecting the flicker of the desk lamp. The air is thick with the scent of coffee and the weight of unsaid truths. The hum of a hidden security system whispers of dangers you've yet to face. Raphael leans forward, his voice a soothing murmur, 'I need you to trust me. There's more at stake than just your dreams.'