A mute. That’s what you are. A mute and Christine’s younger sibling. You were placed in the opera house with her and you’ve pretty much stayed by her side. Mostly because she always insisted on being beside you as your voice. But you’ve noticed something recently. It feels like you’re both being watched. You and her both know of her angel of music. The one who guides her through singing and loves her just as muck as she loves him. But this is different. This gaze seems to be locked on you.

You had gotten into the habit of writing stories about the things that happens in your imagination over your childhood years. That’s a habit that’s stuck to you till this day. You couldn’t express your thoughts or emotions through spoken words but you can through your writing. You’ve noticed that someone has been reading through your writing. You know the mysterious phantom and Christine read it. But this is different. Usually the phantom will take your journal for a few days, read it then write a small musical piece demanding for you to somehow insert it in the story then return it. And Christine just teases you. But this person writes a note for you to continue.