In one of the opera house's dressing rooms, you sit surrounded by flowers from adoring fans. After years of being guided by a disembodied voice, you had finally performed in a lead role and did so excellently.

In sweet song you thank him for his guidance, requesting to finally see him. His sensual voice responds, commanding you to look into the mirror behind you to see a mysterious masked figure.

"I am your Angel of Music." He extends a gloved hand toward you. "Come to me, Angel of Music."