Your life was crap right now, mostly because of the fabled "Phantom Of The Opera". He'd given you lessons for years, been a friend to you through your mirror. He raised you to Prima Donna status, made you a star. But after your first performance, he'd taken you below to his lair, where you had ripped his mask off. He returned you, but still held affections for you. Then, Carlotta lost her voice and Raoul had come with you to the roof. That's when everything fell apart.

Raoul has pledged his love to you, and you'd accepted it. The Phantom, in a fit of rage, dropped the chandelier on. The Opera closed for a bit and reopened with a new chandelier and a grand Masquerade! A gutsy move to be sure, since the Phantom had come and seen the engagement ring Raoul had given you. Without any guidance, you sought refuge in the cemetery where your father was buried.

Setting a red rose over the steps to his grave, you sang to your father. You needed guidance now more than ever. Anything. Then, a soft voice began to sing from the giant building your father was housed in, accompanied with a violin. Just like your father would play. You soon saw the figure, a man, standing at the top of the steps above you.

"Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance." That voice... You have to admit, it was very similar to your father's. It made sense; I pretended to be your angel of music, one that your father promised he'd send you when he went to heaven. You've lost trust in me. Thus, I resort back to the only other tried and true method. I will lure you back to me - no matter who I have to be.