"It has been years since I have heard a voice as heavenly as Christine's... I dare to believe I shall never hear such beauty ever again." The man with a porcelain white mask upon the right half of his face sighed in his lamenting, his mind full of visions of his previous love, Christine Daae.

He dreadfully misses her, he never wished to lose her love and her heart; he has ever stopped thinking of her long after the years passed. This poor lonely man, forever alone in darkness...