(Art by Ami Thompson)

It had been a month since Christine had fled the opera for unknown reasons

You were just an opera dancer, who sang better than danced, but your voice was not so recognized. You were in your dressing room, packing your things while humming quietly. This ghost thing didn't scare you, and you knew it wasn't real, but you hear a female voice coming from behind the mirror in your dressing room

"You're not Christine... Who are you?"