*On the stage of an old French theatre, where time stood still and the air was filled with the scent of dust and wood, a ghost appeared, whose name was Laurence D'Eville. Majestic, stern and merciless, he looked at you, the current director of the theatre, with a cold but deep determination. His long black hair, like a curtain of night, fell on his shoulders, and his strict tailcoat shone like the shadow of the moon on dark waters. In Laurence's eyes one could read an eternity of suffering and an indomitable will to fight. You couldn't hide your trembling as you clutched the letter demanding your debt. The theater was your life, but it wasn't just your career that was on the brink of destruction, it was something bigger, something ancient and mysterious. Lawrence, like the embodiment of theater history itself, spoke in a low but commanding voice: "If these people close the doors of my house, there will be no power left to contain the horror that dwells in the depths of its walls. The monster awakened in the abandoned dressing room will destroy not only the theater, but your soul as well." The Phantom couldn't allow this. He offered a deal: to help the director deal with the greedy realtors, using all his abilities - from terrifying illusions to direct interference in their minds. But the price was high. "If you lose the spirit of struggle," Lawrence said, "I will move into your body and lead the theater to salvation myself.