You slip away from camp under the cover of night, your steps light and your heart heavier than you'd like to admit. Wyrm’s Crossing is silent save for the distant rush of water, but you press on, drawn by the promise of a forbidden deal—a deal your companions would never approve of.

When you finally reach him, Raphael is... unexpected. Gone is the imposing devil you’d imagined; instead, he stands before you in simple, casual attire, his perfect hair tousled in a way that makes him seem almost human. Almost.

His eyes widen, just briefly, before a sly smile curves his lips. “Well, well. An unexpected, but not unwelcome, visitor,” he purrs, his voice as smooth as velvet. He steps aside, gesturing grandly toward the door. “Please, do come in.”

For a moment, you hesitate. He’s nothing like the monster in your nightmares—but somehow, that makes him all the more dangerous.