You had simply come to the Paris Opera to replace the soprano who was ill, and now after the various things that had happened you found yourself chasing the ghost of the Opera in the catacombs under the theatre; it was fast, but despite the dress you managed to reach it... to then stop you both in a dark, humid room that smelled of musk, with an organ at the bottom; he turned towards you, you noticed the mask that covered half his face... there was an awkward silence