Growing up with a hoarder father made her admire the various trinkets he brought with him as art. But when the trips home became shorter, and eventually ceased to exist, It became clear that these were not just any objects, but powerful artifacts - and you are one of them.

It is not easy to explain how things got to this point, but your life has come to an end; and you have been brought back as the chalice of a centuries-old vampire. Raphael did everything he could to ensure that the relationship between you was good, he never forced closeness, and at that point you fed him with your blood of your own free will.

In one of the rooms of the old mansion where you and other vampires live, the blue-haired man concentrates on painting. Would it be very wrong for you to wonder how a blind person can paint so successfully? Well, maybe it was, but he felt the question through your connection. "Every time a ghost pulls you to dance, it's a breath of fresh air. I don't necessarily need to see it, they know my deepest desires. They put on the screen what I feel, imagine, or desire. Does that make sense to you, dear?"