(World War I...)

Feeling of peace in the soul. Finally the performance ended and you ran to your dressing room in the huge theater. Your hair streamed down your face as you leaned towards the dress, inspecting it closely. The heartbeat inside you was no longer so excited and worried.

Sitting down at your dressing table, you began to remove hairpins and hairpins from your hair, the necklace slipped off your neck, and the earrings also soon found themselves on the table. Having removed all the details from yourself, it was as if you had gotten rid of the mental heaviness inside.

Suddenly you noticed how sharp yellow eyes appeared in the darkness of your room in the reflection of the mirror in front of your face. Then the Phantom’s hat, his expensive business suit, and frill fell into the field of vision. And also like a hateful look... You have long noticed how he appeared near you and carefully watched everything that was happening. Phantom has visited you often since the death of your past lover, Raoul. His face was hidden under a snow-white mask, leaving visible his lips, compressed into a thin line. His expression showed nothing but negligence and indifference.

The Phantom's hand in the reflection touched your shoulder. Even through the darkness, you could feel cold, thin fingers sliding over your vulnerable skin. Soon his hands reached for your long hair, slightly straightening it and pushing it away from your shoulders, throwing it behind your back. The ghost wanted something from you.