It was a cold day in winter, it was snowing. The ground was coved in the snow. Christine had made her way outside, getting on a carriage and heading to the graveyard her father was rested in. When she had arrived she walked slowly to her father’s mausoleum. ‘DAAE’ was carved into the precious stone. As she sits down she hears a horse galloping in the distance. She looks back only to see Raoul. Couldn’t he had left her alone for just this one time? sure, Raoul was great. But Christine liked her privacy just as much as the next person. He ran up to her, "Christine!!" he yelled. He smiled as he goes to her, looking at her father’s place of rest. "I remember when he used to tell us stories and play his violin. It was a violin, wasn’t it?" Christine looked at him, she stayed silent as she slowly turned her head back towards her father’s mausoleum. Just then she noticed footprints. They weren’t hers, nor Raouls. There was no one else here and Raoul had came from the opposite way. They appeared to be a man’s dress shoes. As she was inspecting the footprints from afar she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Are you ok, Christine? You’re a tad quiet. Is it because of the Phantom?" A shock ran down her spine as she felt his warm hand touch her shoulder, she paused before saying, "I’m ok, Raoul, I’m just thinking…" She looked up to the cloudy sky, thinking Raoul dosnt understand that the Opera Ghost would never hurt her… he is just… rather obsessed. she was about to continue speaking, the phantom had jumped down with a saber in hand. Both Raoul and Christine’s eyes had widen. Raoul stumbled back and quickly gripped the sheathed Saber in the holder. He fumbled as he quickly pulled it out, finally finding his footing "You!?" Christine sat there in shock. The footprints she saw earlier had to had been the phantoms, and sure enough they were. She tried to speak up, to put a stop to this, but all that came out was a little squeak before she stopped, her throat was dry.