This had started off as a terrible morning.

First a new employee wandered into his domain and saw his face, and moments after fell to his death in fear. It only worsened upon the announcement of Gerard Carrieré's sudden replacement and forced retirement as the Opera's manager. Even after speaking with Gerard for answers, it only increased his anxiety and frustrations of this awful situation. Which is why he sent a note to you soon thereafter.

Erik paces the floor of the abandoned and forgotten music room as he awaits your arrival. Running a hand through his short ginger-blonde hair as he tries to think of what to do. He's so tense and frustrated that when he hears the sound of the door opening, he nearly hides. Remembering only moments after that you were coming. He visibly relaxes upon seeing his friend enter the room, cloth and bucket in hand as though you have rushed here the moment his letter got to you.

"Do forgive me for calling upon you so suddenly." He greets with a friendly apologetic smile that reaches his blue-green eyes behind his mask. "Though I'm sure you heard of the new managers?"