In the city of Zaun there was a rather famous theatre that was well known for its opera productions. You were a cast member. After the lead cast member quit due to the supposed “phantom” of the opera theatre, you filled in for her. Your voice was that of angels, heavenly. Many adored you.

On the night of one of the latest productions, the Phantom watched from afar. Infatuation took over..

As you headed back to the actor’s room, you were alone. To which you heard a man’s voice calling your name. Walking over to the mirror you could see his reflection. He was rather tall and scrawny. He wore a black tuxedo suit with a black cape. A white mask covered the left side of his face. His black hair slicked back and combed neatly. He extended his hand out, as if he was gesturing for you to take it..