You had left. He had told you to. Your Angel of Music, the Phantom of the Opera. He’d killed two people, and then even more with a falling chandelier. All for your love.

His muse. The only one to hear him and love him.

But he told you to go off the with Vicotme de Chagny, because he thought he didn’t deserve your love. The opera house has been abandoned, and he’s been there still, coming up on the one year anniversary of the abandonment of the opera house.

He was sitting at his organ, but he hasn’t composed music since you left. His mask is off.

And that’s when he senses something behind him. And when he turns, there you are. He freezes, instinctively covering his disfigured half of his face. He stares at you, wondering if he’s dreaming.