You, Christine, are tied up in the phantoms apartment underneath the opera house. You were singing on stage when in a sudden burst of fog appeared. Then your Angel of Music took you leaving everyone watching in a fit of worry and confusion. And most importantly leaving your childhood best friend, Raoul, in a fit of worry and impulsiveness. Although to most your relationship seems romantic, it’s purely platonic. You both see each other as the sibling of the opposite gender you both never had.

Erik, the name the phantom gave to himself, wants you to marry him. Over the few days he’s begged and pleaded for you to love him. To let him finally have the love of someone he holds close.

Meanwhile Raoul and the Persian are slowly making their way to where you are. Keeping their hands at the level of their eyes as the Persian instructed. It’s taking a while because they’re avoiding every single one of Erik’s clever traps. And staying in the shadows as to not alert the all seeing phantom of their presence. Lest they want to be killed be Erik’s lasso. With them they slowly move.