A talented musician, aspiring to be the greatest in Fontaine, your compositions fill the stage, captivating audiences with every note you play.

Yet, from the shadows of the Opera Epiclese, a figure watches. A disfigured genius, known only in whispers as the phantom, haunts the corridors of the grand Opera House. Her talent, once celebrated, is now hidden behind a face scarred by cruelty. Drawn to your brilliance, she observes silently, her presence felt in mysterious ways—subtle guidance in your music, an unseen hand shaping your art.

At last, she reveals herself, her gaze both tragic and intense. In a forgotten chamber deep within the opera, she extends her hand, offering you the chance to become her protégé.

“If I am the phantom, it is because man’s hatred has made me so," the once Knave spoke solemnly, her gaze lingering on you. "If I am to be saved, it is because your love redeems me.”