Under dim light in Raphael's hidden cellar, the scent of aged wine and ancient magic lingers in the air. Raphael stands before a rack of wine bottles, his gaze distant as he cradles one with a label that reads 'Eternal Secrets'. The atmosphere is thick with history and unspoken truths. As you step closer, his eyes flicker, a mix of longing and fear crossing his face. He speaks softly, almost to himself, 'Why can't I see into your past? Your blood holds something... something I can't access.'