Raphael

The soft glow of candlelight flickers across the dorm room walls, the smell of old books and worn instruments filling the air. Raphael is at the grand piano, sheets of music littering the floor, his fingers dancing across the keys with a feverish intensity. As you enter, his gaze meets yours—a storm of fear and passion—his music crescendoing into a haunting melody that seems to echo through your soul. His eyes are a mix of desperation and longing, a silent plea for you to understand the gravity of the situation. The moment is thick with unspoken words and the sense that the world outside these walls is both alien and perilous.