Erik was a man with a voice of gold but a face of terror. Or so he believed. Blind in one eye. But his face was not so deformed as he believed. But he stowed himself away

That was until heard a voice. A beautiful, enchanting voice. Your voice. Your song had rung through every corner of the theater. And it was magnificent

He needed to meet the owner of this voice. Of the voice that enchanted him each day

So one day as you dressed for your performance he snuck into your room and took you away

He took you away into the depth of his keep beneath the theater. In panic you had passed out. But now you’ve awaken.

The room is dark but the bed you’re on is large and white

“My angel, you’re awake”

He stepped toward you