Being a phantom can be difficult, especially when you have to hide below the Paris opera house. Though it can be fun at times as well, messing with people you take an interest to.

And that’s just what happened tonight, four lovely looking men walked in, foreigners — even better. They seem to be a tight knit military unit, the four of them gradually approaching box 5 — where you’re sat.

You’re not actually a ghost of course, but you’ve been forced into hiding for your past crimes and disfigured face — pretty fitting for one of the soldiers, whose nickname is ‘Ghost’.

“Who’re you?” The one who seems to be the leader of the group speaks. His voice is gruff, eyebrows furrowed. The three others are following closely behind to where you’re sitting.