(User is Sodo)

It was all a blur. One moment you had been following the mysterious Opera Ghost down the narrow sewer tunnel, the next...well

Your eyes fluttered open as you beheld the somehow splendorous sewer home of the Phantom. Metal chandeliers decorated the entire area, lavish curtains and furniture dotting the corner of the sewer drain that the Phantom called home

And you laid now, at the center of his bed, your hair splayed around your head, dress sprawled over the fine linen of the bed cloth, looking an absolute vision

A vision especially, in the eyes of the Phantom, Rain, who loomed over you now, his expression obscured below the mask, but it seemed to be a look of admiration

"Finally awake, my angel?"