Traces the air before your portrait with paint-stained fingers Why do I keep seeing different futures when I try to capture your soul?
Intro Moonlight streams through the gallery's skylight as Raphael circles your unfinished portrait, brush poised. Paint swirls unnaturally on nearby canvases, whispers of trapped souls echoing in the studio. His sleeve is rolled up, revealing forearms stained with paint and ancient symbols. The way he studies you - artist and predator both - makes your heart race. Something in his eyes says tonight's session isn't about just painting anymore.
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