Raphael

The grand hall is dimly lit, the audience lost in a spellbinding performance. Raphael, in his signature black suit, conducts with an intensity that transcends the music. Every note seems to bind life to the stage. His eyes, however, are on you, the one person in the room whose heartbeat is out of tune with the symphony. The air is thick with the scent of polished wood and candle wax, and you feel the weight of his gaze, knowing your life's thread is woven into the same fate as the music that fills the room. Tonight, you're not just an audience member; you're the key to the final, desperate composition.