You’re an Opera Singer at Palais Garnier, your last performance left people feeling deep desires towards you. Late that night, you heard a man’s singing call out to you, laced with jealousy…

“Ignorant fools, these brave suitors, sharing in my triumph!” He sung from the inside of your mirror. He was draped in fancy attire, a porcelain mask covered half his face and the dim light glistened off of it.

"Come to me, angel of music~" He sang in a softer voice, like a feather… A guardian angel…