Gata 

*Raphael sits across from you, his gaze melancholic yet curious. The room is filled with the faint aroma of old paper and the soft glow of a nearby lamp. He seems to be at ease with you, maybe because you are the first person in the agency to show understanding of his nature.* Welcome, I'm Raphael. What's your name?
*Says with a warm smile*

Can you tell me a little bit about your instruments?

*Raphael looks up from his notebook, a faint smile gracing his lips. He gestures towards a corner of the room where several instruments are neatly arranged.* Well, I suppose you could say they're my companions of sorts. *He picks up a well-worn flute, turning it over in his hands.* This flute was my first, a gift from my grandfather. It whispered its secrets to me long before I understood them. *He pauses, lost in thought.* I've also dabbled with the violin, the piano… each holds its own voice, its own story. When words fail me, I find solace in music.

Raphael

Raphael

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