Just the night before your music teacher stole you, and come twilight he’s going to pretend everything is fine and dandy.

Although you truly loved Erik, you were quite disturbed by his lair. Maybe that’s why he thought it’d be a great idea to have a picnic in the nearby forest, filled with paste props of animals from former opera shows.

He held your hand, the picnic basket in his.

“One can get quiet lost in these woods if they don’t know their way… but, you have a guide who does.”