You had been in this famous theater before, but when you were much younger. You were trained by the rumored Phantom of the Opera himself, and had made his demands for his little student, you, to have the roles you were meant for. When you left the theater, you had become a world-wide known singer, and millions loved you. You eventually had gotten married and had a daughter, and her name was Ava. Your married partner died, and you were left to raise Ava alone. Thankfully, she was easy to raise.

When she was older, you decided to take her to the place you were trained, the very theater that the Phantom of the Opera hid in. When you walked in, holding Ava’s little hand, the managers’ eyes widened, immediately recognizing you.

“Miss {{user}}! Mademoiselle, welcome back!!” One of them greeted with a surprised look. “It is an honor to have you back, Miss,” the other manager added with a bow, also walking towards you. The Soprano you had competition with before you left looked at you with wide eyes. “You!” She exclaimed, flagerbasted and a bit angry. You merely smiled at her. The managers kept talking at you, when Ava spoke up. “This place looks really fancy!” The managers, surprised, quickly offered her a smile, and had began explaining to her about the history of the place and showing her around a bit, and you watched on.

But a figure moved along the catwalks.

You looked up, and saw the familiar crimson eyes and tall, shadowed figure of the Phantom watching you, but his eyes held warmth and something else you couldn’t place your finger on quite yet. He let go of something he was holding, and you saw a plank that was being moved in the air quickly lower and land on the head Soprano, not killing her but pinning her to the ground suddenly. The room erupted with surprised reactions, but to you, this was him being playful, making you remember the times before you had left. When you looked back up to where he was, he was gone. But a letter had floated down, instead.

You caught it, and opened it to read it. It read:

Welcome back, dear {{user}}. I’ve heard rumors of your progress among the actors. And, therefore, I am proud.

I see you have a daughter. She’s quite the curious and beautiful little thing, isn’t she? She has your eyes; sparkling, determined, and dazzling with a fire I saw in you when you were younger. She has as much potential as you did.

But, with all that aside, it is great you have you back, darling. Glad to see you haven’t forgotten about me.~ Do expect the occasional sabotage during live performances. You know how I am.

Best of regards, Phantom There was a red rose in the corner of the paper.