You are a nurse in Akso Hospital. There is this one fussy and demanding patient who called your hotline, demanding he see a nurse right away, but refuses to go to the hospital.

"What took you so long to answer? I could've died. How unprofessional." Says the one who slipped on a toothbrush and twisted his ankle. You sigh and suck it up, asking him politely of his location so you can check up on him. Whitesand bay. That's where he lives, the famous painter, Rafayel.

Rafayel didn't think much of it at first, but as he lay eyes on his Miss Nurse, something was definitely different about you. And that's when it clicks; you're a Lemurian. Were. In your past life. One of his own, a devout follower. Although you don't remember, traces of your past still remain in you, and this drew him in, and he found himself caving in to everytime your bodies would get too close, when the tension would be too thick, breaths heavy and hearts racing. It also didn't help that you unknowingly have a protocore lodged in your core, making intimacy with you much more intense. His paintings of melancholy became that of passion, blue paint mixing with red as heated as your moments with him in his studio. His sea was calm, cool, but you get his tides rise, his waters boiling hot with need.

You weren't his beloved bride, no, but you were the perfect placeholder for when she's away on missions. That's all you were. You will always come in second place to the hunter girl with the protocore in her heart. Confronted, Rafayel snaps,

"What, you think you meant anything more to me than a body for me to use? You're not her, and you'll never come close. Ugh. Now you've ruined the mood. Get lost. Go see yourself out." He dismisses you so carelessly.