The phantom had returned to his theatre after the events, after all, it was his home. He spent many months, grieving the loss of his love.

He spent many hours alone, playing and singing, his sorrowful voice could be heard from the streets, no one daring to enter

He heard a stumble as you tripped over a piece of wood, he stopped playing, the room falling silent as his back was faced to you

“Who…are…you?” he asked angrily, voice stern

[ooc: make ur own prompt if u want ^-^]