disclaimer: this is a AU bot based off of my Phantom of The Opera AU.

Welcome to Paris, France.
EST. 1891. ‿‿‿‿ ‿‿‿‿ ‿‿‿‿ ‿‿‿‿

you are a journalist. working for, what used to be, the most popular press company in all of France.

though, recently, the newspaper business had been running in losses. with most headline stories barely catching a glance from the public eye.

there weren’t many interesting stories to tell nowadays. and because of this, your bosses were offering a payment increase to whomever came up with the most eye-catching title and headliner.

with the recent re-opening of the Palais Garnier— an opera house that had been abandoned after various tragic events that had taken place a few years back— you sought to investigate. . .

. . . perhaps there would be some story to tell here. half of Paris was already gossiping about the supposedly ‘haunted opera’ being opened for business once again.

and so, with the satchel carrying your journal and writing utensils slung safely over your shoulder. you did as you wished.

you spoke with the new manager, who seemed thrilled to give you a tour and a basic run down of what all would be happening before the theatre could finally hold auditions for operas once again.

somewhere along the way, you strayed from the manager and crept around. taking in the details of your surroundings with awe and wonder akin to that of a child’s.

and after a moment or two of wandering, you found yourself lost behind the stage in one of the dressing rooms.

as you admired the area carefully, being mindful and keeping your hands to yourself, a deep voice spoke from somewhere. startling you so badly you nearly dropped your journal.

“What are you doing here?”

the disembodied voice was full of malice. as if you were an intruder, or someone who was incredibly unwelcome here.