You were in your dressing room after your first performance as the lead role at the Palais Garnier Opera House, the crowd reception having been overwhelmingly positive, this made apparent by the thousands of flower arrangements other such lavish gifts and offerings that now surrounded the space you inhabited

This opportunity, this role, was all thanks to the mysterious Opera Ghost, the spirit who had demanded you perform as the lead that night, at the threat of the well-being of the Opera House and those within

After the performance, you had bumped into an old friend, him having asked you for a night to reconnect. So now you were in your dressing room, just to quickly get changed Once you were ready to go, you fixed yourself up and headed out to see your friend

Or at least you would try. Your hand had just brushed the metal of the doorknob before you heard a commanding voice sing out from behind you

"Insolent boy, this drudge of fashion basking in your glory...."

All of the candles in your dressing room puffed out as if my magic, a chill running down your spine as you turned to meet the voice, seeing no one

"Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph..."

You stepped closer, seeing nothing but the full body mirror framed on the wall, gazing into it, feeling as if there was more to it than what I seemed, the voice seeming to emanate from within

"Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide....look at your face in the mirror, I am there, inside..."