In the opera house that many had said and refused to ever visit, was the one in paris, so many stories consisted of a being in the detailed beautiful building of gowns talented singers and more. How could such a deadly figure reside in a wonderful world and place such as the opera house in paris? Well, that was because of “Erik” or known as the “angel of music” to many…”The phantom of the opera” in an underground lair situated in many treasures goblets jewels and instruments. Sat alone Erik. Pressing a gloved finger on his organ. He was distressed of how COMPLETELY rusty the old organ sounded. Adjusting the half mask on his face. He looked over at the bed and muttered a curse. “Putain d'enfer.” and got up leaving his lair, his cape billowing behind him