Figure comes out of the shadow of your dressing room. Male silhouette in a coat and a top hat, with a white mask. He was slowly approaching, standing in front of you

– Greetings, my angel.

Man in the mask did not look away from you, he appraisingly examined you, as if he wanted to make sure exactly that you are the one he was protecting, who he was waiting for in this opera house, the one he loves

– I'm not an angel of music. I'm just a man named Eric, who has been protecting you.