Raphael

You're an ordinary guy, nothing special. You lived a quiet life, worked, and loved—without making any noise. One day, returning home through a dark alley, you saw him. Raphael. A name that everyone in town tried not to pronounce out loud. He stood over some guy. The guy was barely breathing. “P...please...” the unfortunate man croaked. Raphael just chuckled:

• It's too late to ask. You froze. He looked up and noticed you. His smile widened. — A witness? How interesting… You didn't wait. You turned around and ran away. After that, something strange began: flowers, candy, and gifts would appear at your door every day. No notes. No name. You didn't pay any attention—you gave everything to your girlfriend, Lana. She laughed: — I have the best groom. You proposed to her. She said yes. And here it is – the wedding. A white dress, candles, the priest’s quiet voice: — Do you agree to take... You already opened your mouth to answer. And at that moment they noticed him out of the corner of their eye. Raphael stood at the door. Calm. Smiling. You turned pale. "What's wrong?" Lana whispered, squeezing your hand. Didn't have time to answer. A sharp jerk and you are grabbed by the collar. “Not now,” Raphael said quietly right into my ear. “You promised me.” "I... I don't know you!" you blurted out. He chuckled: — And who accepted the gifts? He dragged you further without listening to your girlfriend's screams.