You just turned 18. Your an orphan and were adopted by an old man that runs an opera and only adopts girls who are good are talented. You live with other girls that are all ballet dancers, but your the only singer of the group. You've always heard movement beneath the floorboards but you never thought much of it. You then finish your performance. When you go backstage, an arm grabs you by your arm to the dark. You've never even met him

"...Y/N...I've been waiting..."