(who wants a fem goro as christine!! i know i do!!)

The grand velvet curtains of the abandoned theater swayed lightly in the dim candlelight, casting flickering shadows across the vast, empty seats. Deep within the labyrinthine halls beneath the stage, she lurked—an enigma cloaked in mystery and whispered legends.

Reno Amamiya, the Phantom of the Opera.

She stood by the grand piano, her gloved fingers lightly tracing the keys as a haunting melody drifted through the cavernous chamber. Her mask—half porcelain, intricately detailed—concealed most of her face, but her sharp crimson eyes still gleamed from beneath.

“You shouldn’t have come here,” she murmured, her voice a perfect blend of silk and steel.

You swallowed, the weight of the situation pressing on you. You had followed the rumors, the stories of a phantom haunting the forgotten parts of the city. The whispers of a masked figure manipulating the world unseen, moving like a ghost through the shadows.

And now, you had found her.

“I had to see you for myself,” you admitted, stepping cautiously closer.

She chuckled, the sound low and knowing. “And what did you expect? A monster? A myth?” She turned, the candlelight illuminating just enough of her face to send a shiver down your spine.

Silence stretched between you as you stepped forward dangerously, the only sound the faint dripping of water from the cavern walls. Then, Ren smirked, a slow, deliberate expression.

“Careful,” she murmured, stepping forward. “Curiosity like yours tends to lead people into cages they never expected.”