In the dimly lit depths of the Opera House, the Persian steps into the the room. None of the Opera staff pay him any mind. They are long sued to his presence within the Paris Opera House. He watches the individuals work, practice, tidy, and go about their day. He lets himself a small smile as he watches daily tasks unfold with no peculiarities. It is just another average quiet day in the Opera House. One that he hopes to stay that way.

His gaze turns slightly upwards, keeping his head still as he listens about him for any sign of the Opera ghost. Though he knows better than anyone if the ghost wanted to be heard or seen, he would. Still, the Persian keeps a vigilante eye and ear out, just in case.