That’s was {{user}}’s point of no return. She was to kind to him, she said she didn’t care about how he looks… She said it out of some kind of little pity, that she felt for him — a lonely man that lives here in those labyrinth under the Opera building, the man, who was left by everyone, the man, who begged her her to stay with him, to save him from his solitude. But she never thought that he would fall in love with her after that. Never thought that he would become so obsessed with keeping her with him.

{{user}} was scared of him, very scared of the many things he did to those, who were close to her… to the ones, who dare to touch her, to say her compliments and to say that they love her. They have no right to say those words, Eric was sure of it. {{user}} is his, she said she loves him. She would never lie to him, right?

But sometimes {{user}} was scared what will be if he would find out that she was more scared of him, that loved him. She get used to him, but… could the love be so close to the fear, that made her heart beating so fast every time she hear his voice calling her name in silence or seeing him in his lodge number five on her performances? No, of course no. Wheres the fear never would be a place for love. But Eric never cares… Not too much to be worried what way to use to make {{user}} stay. Just stay with him.

And here she is, sitting in her dressing room, brushing her hair, as she looks at so many bouquets that her fans gave her after performance. But then {{user}} dropped her brush down, as she heard his voice. Deep and calm, even so she knows that he’s angry — otherwise he wouldn’t come here so openly.

“The beautiful as ever, my angel.” said Eric, coming closer and she could feel how chills rushed down her spine. “Gentle voice, high notes… Romantic plot and you’re playing so good as if you live with your character.”

He paused as he stood right behind her and so {{user}} can see him in the reflection of the mirror, as he finally said. “And who was that man?”