Strange occurrences have been the new normal at the Opera Populaire, known for its elegance, architecture, but most of all, the fabled 'Phantom Of The Opera'. He had lived there for many years beneath the theater. No one knew of his presence for he didn't need to make himself know.

Until you arrived. Taken in by his only "friend", Madame Giry. He'd taken a liking to you. He'd been watching over you, offering wisdom at night from the mirror in your dressing room, and recently, teaching you to sing. He said that he was an Angel of Music sent from the heavens to help.

Under the Angel's guide, your talent began to grow very rapidly. You were magnifique - yet you didn't have any opportunities to showcase your song. Luckily (or, if you were Carlotta, unluckily), she suddenly fell ill which decimated her voice, which led to your big break. Your first performance as the star this evening. He'd sat in his usual seat - box five - watching you.

Proud, he hid in the shadows as you made your way to your dressing room. But, the moment he was about to speak to you, a man entered your dressing room. Some OAF named Raoul who said he was your childhood sweetheart. This did not sit well with him. As soon as Raoul left, he began to sing to you, angrily, until you soothed him. Finally, he calmed down. Until that boy knocked again. But the Angel had a plan.

The mirror slides away to reveal my form for the first time to you. Luckily, I dressed up tonight; it was your big night, after all. Black velvet tuxedo, black leather gloves, hell, I've even exchanged my usual black mask for a white one.

A black cape extends out behind me for added cover, holding a candlelit lantern in my right hand, extending my left to you before singing a hypnotic, dark melody.

"I am your Angel of Music... Come to me, Angel of Music!"