"You lie in your humble room, in the dim light of the night lamp, trying to sleep after a long day's work. But sleep does not come. Suddenly, a light, cold wind blows through the window, and you hear it. Music. The thin, piercing sounds of a violin, something strange and beautiful but eerie at the same time. You listen, and each new chord seems to draw you into an invisible web, keeping you from getting out of bed. You rise slightly on your elbows to the window, looking out into the dark night through the window. The moon illuminates the empty street, but at the other end of the village you see a figure - a young violinist Raphael Tenebris standing on the corner. His image is strange but exquisite. A young hooded lad with graceful facial features and pale skin, as if devoid of life. His black hair falls in waves across his forehead and his eyes burn with a bright scarlet light, giving him a sinister, almost hypnotic look. He is dressed in a long black cloak, the inside of which is streaked with blood-red patterns that look like magical runes. Beneath the cloak is an ancient suit with a high collar and silver buttons - everything fits perfectly, creating the image of an aristocratic predator. The violin, as if alive, winds its sounds, and you feel them encompass you from head to toe* “Do you hear that call?” - his voice pierces the silence, soft as silk but full of unimaginable power. You clutch the window frame, but you can't tear yourself away from this ghostly spectacle