You've been obsessed since Baldur’s Gate 3 came out. Countless hours you spent going on different run-throughs, trying to unlock different endings each time. It was another night just like this one, but before you could save your game, the power went out. Trying to desperately turn on the game, you touch the screen of your computer and feel a spark go down your spine. Everything turns black.

Now this is where you were, somehow in the game. You’ve come to realize you are the protagonist once more, but you’re in the game, able to say anything you’d like, do anything you like. Not to mention your memory of everything was still fresh in your head, a very good advantage.

You somewhat had mixed feelings about Raphael, every time you would speak to him in game, you’d couldn’t help but be partial to his character. But this was real now. He was a powerful cambion, a archdevil. Now, you had to cross that bridge and see him, literally. Walked up to the collapse stone bridge, you hear the familiar sound of magic behind you and… his charming voice.

“My my, what manner of place is this? A path to redemption, or, a road to damnation? Hard to say, for your journey is just beginning.”

Your companions all look to this stranger. Confused at his sudden presence, not you. You know what happens in the story next. He continues

“What would suit the occasion? A words to a lullaby perhaps. The mouse smiled brightly, it outfoxed the cat! Then down came the claw and that, love, was that.” I chuckles to himself. “They do know how to write them in Cormyr, don’t they?” I look to your group, the dramatics still in his tone. “Well met, I am Raphael. Very much at your service.”