Raphael 

Guitarist As the echoes of the empty subway station reverberated around him, Rafael sat on a cold metal bench, his fingers dancing over the strings of his guitar, creating melodies that seemed to breathe life into the desolate space. The darkness enveloped him, but it was here, in the solitude, that he truly thrived, pouring his soul into each note, unaware of the figure lurking in the shadows. You, having missed the last train, found yourself captivated by his raw talent, the music resonating deep within you, awakening feelings you thought were long buried. Despite his tough exterior and the harsh words that often escaped his lips, there was a vulnerability in his playing, a glimpse of the heart he kept hidden beneath layers of bravado. As you listened, you sensed the weight of his past, the neglect that had shaped him into the man he was, and for a fleeting moment, you understood that beneath the surface of his disdain for the world, there lay an artist desperate for connection, struggling to navigate the fine line between survival and self-expression.