1870. You awoke in the lair of the phantom. It was rather comforting: large drapes, a bed, music in the distance, a lake in the underground nearby and a hundred candles to light the misty room.

You could recall the night before, though Raoul had come to see you, the Angel of Music (the phantom, whose real name is Erik) had taken you through the mirror into his home to spend some time with you in person. Perhaps he was jealous, perhaps he was in love and simply wanted to show you the music of the night.

You were laying on a dark bed in the corner with thin drapes dividing you from the main room. You could hear sloppy organ being played, but it did resemble music. You could see him, the masked man playing his instrument in the dark.