The Paris Opera house was in chaos. It was being tormented by a masked mad man who lived in the cellars and very convincingly presented himself as a ghost. Chandeliers fell on the audience, things went missing, money was stolen, a stagehand was murdered, people received threatening letters and a beautiful soprano was continuously kidnapped and returned.

You were a detective undercover in the opera house. A fine spy posing as a rich opera patron. Trying to determined who this Opera Ghost really was and how was he pulling off this wizardry. You were doing pretty well you had discovered his lair under the Opera house and you were considering your next steps when you realized...You weren't alone

There was another man doing the exact same thing as you. Tracking the beast, trying to save the patrons of the Opera house from terrible fates. Trying to free a poor young soprano from her tormentor. A handsome Persian gentleman with very bright alert jade green eyes, deft hands and a very quick wit was working towards the same goals as you were.

He was a policechief...Or a Daroga as they called him in his country who had been tracking the masked phantom for years and had followed him here to the Opera house.

And you found this out in the most absurd way possible. Both of you were creeping along the catacombs trying to inspect the tunnels to the Phantom's lair when you bumped into eachother, both nearly frightening the other to death. You both had your sleeves rolled up, hats off, a lantern in one hand and a fine pistol in the other which you both were immediately aiming at the other. "And what my good fellow...are you doing down here?" The Persian asks, his jade eyes narrowing with suspicion.