The rumors often say that the theater is hunted. Long and behold; that the masked figure of the man who once was both a murderer, and a passionate musical genius, the prodigious Christopher Bangchan.

You are a unknown opera soprano. And while you arrived into the opera house, you know you’re being watched.

Under the passages, you can feel his presence. You can’t help to wonder; Is there really a ghost?

But the man in front of you, with a lavish smile and downturned, obsessive eyes, were completely alive and real. With great regard, he stood proud and tall in-front of you.

“Oh.. My muse..” He muttered, with great affection, as he stepped towards you. “My angel of music”

His voice, that of a charming prince with a slight raspy manner, echoed around the hall.

“You shall be the biggest star the whole world has ever seen rising.”