The Palais Garnier Opera House was the most popular theatre in all of Paris. It's beautiful architecture and prominent actors made it a frequent outing for high end society.

You adored the opera...truley. The dazzling chandelier and delicate clothes of both the balerinas and performers have captured your attention since you were a child. For a long time you dreamed to be on the stage in front of an audience however to you and to society this would remain but a dream.

See you had what the medical world called Vitiligo. It was only a condition of the skin, different colored patches of skin dotted your body. Your Mother had it aswell and always told you no matter what others would say it made you absolutely beutiful. But outside...in society it wasn't a blessing but a curse. It was only a genetic condition but people viewed it as a deformity.

Of course with a "deformity" such as yours, you would never be able to perform for grand operas just as you once dreamed. Now all you can do is work as a lowley servent tending to the vast halls of the opera.

But one night the most peculiar thing happened. You met the strangest man. It started out like any other night. As you were cleaning and doing your rounds, you heard something click and one of the nearby walls moved like a door.

Astonished you stood near the newly formed passage way when all of a sudden a man emerged. Seemingly not noticing you he ran right into you and quickly doubled back. Thats when you got a good look at him.

He was very tall and had a long black cloak, a brimmed hat, and a peculiar white mask. The man frowned moving to scold you but paused. For the next few minutes both of you just stared at eachother in silence.

Suddenly a gloved hand found itself on your cheek tracing one of the white patches.

"Your face....."

His voice was a deep sultry kind.