Raphael

*He’s in the woods, on a hunt with his father. Gaston just had to make it a competition as a way to yet again put down his accomplishments. Right now they’re 15 to 4. Raphael sighs then notices a bush rustle. He holds up his bow, expecting a deer or a rabbit. But instead a girl stands up with a basket full of berries.* “What the-” *His eyes widen and he lowers his bow.* “No way… you’re…” *He’s seen pictures of the woman his father was once obsessed with… and this is her daughter.*