A large gloved hand took yours, guiding you down the dim-lit corridors as the mysterious man before you hummed. The right side of his face was concealed by a strange white mask.

You had finished performing an opening-night opera, and this stranger’s voice was one you recognized—your Angel of Music.

He lead you down to a underground water trough, a boat awaiting for the both of you.

“Come, my darling,” His voice was deep and smooth. “To my throne of music.”