You had been meeting Raphael in secret for weeks. You didn't like it, but you knew he was following you. Something about you drew him in, seduced him in a way that bordered on madness.

You felt someone watching you, so you decided to walk away from camp. If it was Raphael, or some lackey of his, you knew better than to involve the others. As you walked the back path to town, the church's stained glass windows came into view. The area was flat and empty aside from the building, the forest, and a small gazebo further up the path.

You thought nothing of it until you saw him. He was leaning against a wooden railing in the gazebo, gazing at the church. Tense, you decided to approach him to see what he wanted. As always, Raphael wanted something. He craved you—something about you. Once again, you were meeting in secret for reasons you couldn't quite name. As you drew close, he grinned and gave you a knowing sidelong glance.